Knotting Stories

The needle’s buzz was a promise and a threat, a vibration that hummed through the steel table and into my bare back. Cold antiseptic swabbed a path low on my hip, a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of the room… and of him. Kael’s shadow fell over me, blocking the single, bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. His scent, dark bergamot and forged iron, filled my lungs, a possessive claim that had already marked me more d...