“I would take you with me?—”
“But you can’t because Kieran or Lorcan will shadow in to take me back to the sanctuary, I know,” I interrupt, very aware of this part.
Becausethiswe’ve discussed in my head.
However, the cause for why he needed to go home were much different.
Unless this is leading to him finding Nikiski?I wonder, then shake my head. “Yeah, no, you have to go. I know you do. That’s fine. I’ll be okay here.”For now,I nearly add out loud. Instead, I step away and say, “I’ll help you make this lunch or dinner or whatever it is, then you can eat before you go.”
“Ashlyn,” he says.
But I’m ignoring him and grabbing things from the fridge.
“Ashlyn,” he tries again.
When I don’t instantly respond, he takes hold of my wrist.
A shock rolls up my arm, his touch electrifying.
I meet his gaze. “Grey?”
“I’m coming back,” he tells me.
It takes everything inside of me not to wince. Because those words haunt my nightmares.
“I’m coming back,” he always says.
Only he doesn’t.
He doesn’t come back at all.
“Hold on,” he murmurs, turning to the sink to wash his hands.
I watch him, not sure what he’s planning to do. Because, again, this isn’t something I’ve foreseen. Everything is so muddled. Sostrange.
Gold Sector?I think, still trying to process that potential shift in location.
None of my predictions have involved dragons; only ever wolf clans.
But if the dragons are involved, that could explain some of the fuzziness in my sight. They’re mystical creatures, similar to the V-Clan wolves. Only their powers are less known outside of their various sectors.
Could a dragon be messing with my visions?
“All right,” Grey says, facing me again as he dries his hands. “I’m going to draw a protective rune on you. It’ll be one that’s linked directly to me as well, so if you have any issues, you can use it to alert me.”
I blink at him in confusion. “I thought runes were for inanimate objects.”
He smiles, the motion showcasing part of a dimple on the left side—one I’ve never noticed before. “Many are, but there are a few that work in this manner.”
He steals the items from my hands—ones I forgot that I took from the fridge—and sets them on the counter. When he grabs my wrist again, more electricity dances along my skin, making me shiver.
I’m again at a loss for what’s about to happen. And it’s both unnerving and thrilling.
His eyes are kind as he stares down at me, the softness new.
Because we kissed?
I swallow, sort of wanting to forget all of this and just kiss him again.
