The fire that had poured through him when he’d first seen Marissa still throbbed in him, and touching her, smelling her scent, he could almost taste her essence. He wanted to pull off her little cat-eye glasses and see into her soul.And he knew. He knew her. Though he didn’t know why. He understood what this was, though. His brothers had told him about it; the fire that burned the first time he would be exposed to the one. They all said when they’d met their mates, their bodies had burned and scalded in ways they hadn’t understood. All they’d known was that they had to have them. And he knew Marissa burned for him, as well. He could smell it on her, that floral scent mixed with desire; it wafted up from her, filled his nostrils. He would forever be stained with that scent.No other woman would ever smell as sweet to him. Another scent blended with the floral, the scent of death, a stain on her soul, and he desperately wanted to erase it from her being.What could blacken a beauty like Marissa’s soul so completely?
