Chapter 72 Summoned

• Kayla
• The air thinned out the second that Nicholas stepped away from me. My fingers loosened around the stem of my wine glass, but I didn’t set it down. I held onto it like an anchor, like it was the only thing left tethering me to this world after losing his warmth.
• It was ridiculous. I should have felt relieved. I should have been grateful for the sudden absence of his suffocating presence—the constant pull he had on me, the way I was like a statue under his stormy gaze. I should have been glad to have full control of myself again, to not feel like a pathetic little slave to my own desires.