Willow fled from Dorian's chambers, her legs shaking so badly she could barely walk straight.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending still singing from where he had touched her.
She pressed her fingers to her neck, feeling the spots where his lips had been, and a shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the cool air in the corridor.
She had to get away, had to put distance between herself and the Alpha King before she did something even more foolish than she already had.
The mate bond was screaming at her to turn around, to go back to him, to finish what they had started, but the rational part of her mind, small as it was right now, knew that would be a disaster.
Rounding the corner too quickly, she collided with a solid chest. Strong hands caught her shoulders, steadying her, and she looked up to find Magnus staring down at her with raised eyebrows.
