If Farrah doesn’t want that with me, if she doesn’t want my love, I will never force it upon her. But I know she’ll be my only chance to experience it as most gargoyles go through life never having this fated connection.
A low groan sounds from my little mouse and she stirs.
“Farrah,” I whisper, pushing her hair out of her face.
Her eyes flutter open, and my stomach flips at the blue pools staring back.
Then she narrows her stare and sits up, swatting at me when I try to help her.
“You bit me!”
I open my mouth, words struggling to come out. “You asked me to.”
More like begged, but I won’t say that.
Her eyes widen. “I bit you too.”
I nod, cautiously, because it’s all coming back to her.
She closes her eyes, and I palm her cheek. She leans into my touch and hums.
Then her eyes pop open, and she pushes me away.
“Why do I feel like this?”
I vaguely register Xander and Evangeline at my back. They’re not getting involved unless absolutely necessary. Farrah doesn’t even glance their way. She’s waiting for me to explain.
“How… how do you f-feel?”
I’ve never struggled with words but here I am tripping over my speech.
Because I’m scared as fuck.
“Like I want to jump your bones.”
I can’t help smirking.
“Don’t fucking get all charming now, Locheran Perrier.”
Oh fuck. She pulled out my last name. I didn’t tell her my last name. How did she know?
“I asked Evangeline at lunch today, and she told me.”
Her eyes widen again, as big as saucers.
“How the fuck did I hear your voice in my head?” she growls her words, and my cock twitches. I shouldn’t find her anger sexy, but I do.
I can’t help it. It’s the fated mate bond begging us to fuel it. Tofeedit.
“The fated mates what?”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Farrah was possessed by a demon with the way her head tilts, and her eyes blaze with fury.
“Just tell her, Loch,” Xander says, exasperated.
Farrahstilldoesn’t glance their way. She hasn’t looked away from me since waking up.
Fine.
