Book 3: What If I Do?

Isla

Lying in bed next to Maddox, my fingers trailing over his bare arm, I try to catch my breath. We’d made love so ferociously, it reminded me of that first night, when he came into my room, and I thought he was going to claim me, but he didn’t. It was so animalistic and raw. If I wasn’t pregnant, who knows how much more wild it might’ve gotten.

But I think somewhere within the thoughtless thrusting, it occurred to Maddox that he needed to be more careful with me, and he slowed down a bit. Now, we are lying here, glistening in the moonlight, looking into each other’s eyes, and I want to know what has motivated him to become so fierce tonight.

Does he know about what happened in the library?

I think I saw little flecks of red on his clothing when I was peeling it off him earlier. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like it might’ve been blood.

Is it possible Trinity told him already?

Maddox lifts a hand and smooths my cheek. “You should