Kade stood frozen at the threshold of Ava's room, his body betraying every ounce of logic he had left.
That scent. It was intoxicating, mind-numbing and overwhelming.
It seeped into his bones, curled around his senses.
Ava, the woman he once had. The woman who once wanted him.
The memories slammed into him, unbidden and merciless. The taste of her lips, the way her fingers had curled around him, teasing, exploring, claiming. The way her perfect breasts had felt under his touch, warm and supple.
She had been his.
Or at least, she could have been.
But now…
His fists clenched.
Her scent was stronger than it should have been.
There was only one explanation for that.
Lucas had marked her.
And with that realization, every remaining shred of hope he'd clung to was shattered.
