Taking a breath, I glance to the side at Mia. She just looks at me expectantly.
“They have gone,” I reply carefully.
Kian takes another step closer. “The jaw pain?”
“Also gone.”
His eyes move over my face and trace the mate mark. “What happened last night?”
Mia steps between us, her hands on her hips. “What’s with the questions?” she snaps.
“Yeah. If you want to ask her something, don't beat around the bush,” Scarlett adds walking over and opening up the balcony doors.
“Beat around the bush?” Tristan echoes.
Kian ignores everyone else in the room, his intense gaze locked on me, sharp and probing. “Did you feed?” His voice is low, but there’s an edge to it that makes my heart race.
Heat floods my cheeks, my mind flashing back to the memory of last night. I can’t hold his stare any longer, so I drop my eyes to the ground.
“Don’t do that,” he snaps.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.
“Do what?!” My response is harsh, my voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and rising frustration.
“Hide!” Kian bellows, his voice echoing through the room.
“Hide?” I echo, staring at him for a moment. “Why are you getting so worked up?”
“He thinks you fed from another.” Zaria sighs.
My eyes widen. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I had a dream last night, okay? But I think it was real!”
“What do you mean?” he demands, his voice quieter now, but no less intense.
“I woke up in a meadow.” My voice shakes as the memory rushes back. “Maxon was there. We . . . ” My breath hitches, and I force myself to keep going, my pulse pounding in my ears. “We had sex. And we fed from each other.”
The room goes deathly silent at my confession. Tension hangs in the air like a storm about to break.
“Are you sure?” Tristan’s voice breaks the tension, his frown deepening as he steps forward, concern etched across his face.
I swallow hard, my throat dry. “I don’t know. It felt real. I could feel everything—the blood, the connection, him . . . It was too vivid to just be a dream.” I glance between Tristan and Kian, my mind still spinning. “And I have his bite mark on me.”
“Show me,” Kian demands.
Embarrassment surges through me, heating my skin until it feels like I’m burning from the inside out. I shake my head vigorously, taking a step back. “Nope, not happening.”
“Why?” His eyes narrow, suspicion threading through his voice.
I shoot a desperate glance at Mia and immediately, she jumps up, hooking her arm through mine.
“Talk’s over,” Mia declares. “She doesn’t have headaches anymore, her jaw pain’s gone, and she had an amazing sex dream with her mate. It’s done. Let’s move on.”
Her bluntness makes my cheeks burn even hotter, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over me.
“I’ve never heard of those kinds of dreams. We should ask Nolan or Raiden,” Tristan muses.
“No!” I don’t know why I am so embarrassed about this, but the thought of talking about my time with Maxon with others just makes me uncomfortable. “Look, if it happens again, I will find out, but for now, just forget it.”
