Chapter 65

• Zane POV
• It was overwhelming. The closeness we shared last night—every heated touch, every whispered gasp—kept replaying in my mind. I could still feel the pull of her presence, the way my instincts had responded to her, and damn it, I could feel that pull rising again.
• Ayla had mentioned that Elder Rosalie claimed she was special. That she was an elder. It sounded impossible, but I couldn’t deny the aura she carried—like she was part of something otherworldly. Even in her laughter, her eyes shimmered with colors that didn’t belong in this world. I blamed the light, but maybe it wasn’t the light at all.