And, Gods, my body answered.
I tilted into him without thinking, my lips parting, my breath tangling with his as something old and familiar unfurled inside me.
Blessed Mother, the hollow inside my chest burned, not with the emptiness I’d grown used to but withrecognition.
Then the thunderous beat of massive wings shattered the moment like glass.
Wolfe's head snapped up instantly, pulling out of the kiss, leaving my lips burning.
Hedion descended from the star-scattered sky in a rush of wind, returning from his scout. He landed next to Pyrion and roared when he saw me, then bowed deeply like Pyrion had.
Wolfe looked back at me, his gaze assessing my trembling form.
“Still think you feel nothing, Ziyka?” he murmured, his voice still rough from our kiss.
“I…I’m going to bed.” I couldn’t say any more than that. I didn’t want to.
I worried that whatever I said would betray me further.
But I didn’t need to say anything else.
He got his answer.
It was written all over me.
A win for him. A loss for me.
I stepped out of his grasp and darted for my books. I grabbed them and left, never looking back. Not once.
His gaze followed me right through the woods.
But I kept going.
That was exactly what I had to do tomorrow.
Keep going.
And don’t look back.
Chapter 25
Elariya
“The Space Between Heartbeats”
Inevitable.
The word had rung through my mind like a death knell, over and over.
Every time I thought I would be free of it, I heard Wolfe’s voice, speaking it to me as if it were the answer to everything.
Inevitable.
The damn word was just as potent as the ghost of his kiss. It lingered on my lips, refusing to let go.
I’d woken before dawn, as I had the last few mornings, and Wolfe Nightblade had been my first thought.
Grandmother had said that of all the Fae, he was the most powerful and dangerous.
