Cain could feel his blood thumping as the heat coursed through his body. He stumbled on the spot as if he was drunk, his hand slamming down onto the table to keep himself upright. The wood creaked under the sudden weight.
His vision wavered, the edges blurring in and out of focus. The steady surface beneath his palm was the only thing keeping him grounded.
The warmth inside him grew hotter, rolling through his chest and into his arms like a tide he could not push back. Every pulse of his heart sent another wave into his limbs. His fingertips tingled against the grain of the table.
Cain lifted his head, his eyes locking on Jayden. She stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place as she watched the change overtake him.
His breath came ragged now, his whole body trembling. The heat inside twisted into a raw and maddening hunger that clawed at what little reason he had left.
Jayden moved as if to speak, but the sound never reached him.
