CHAPTER 3
ETHAN
My lungs burn. My chest still jerks with aftershocks, but Kael doesn’t give me time to recover. His hand grips my jaw, iron-tight, forcing my gaze up to his.
“Think you’re done?” His voice is a low growl. “You’ve only just started.”
“I—I can’t,” I rasp, shaking my head. “I can’t—”
“You...