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“Then do it.”
The shadow moves closer, but there’s no threat in the motion. Instead, I sense…fear?
I turn to face it, but it melts away, and cold fire rushes over my skin. It coalesces at the base of my spine, pulsing and circling my hips to collect in my groin.
A moan slips from my lips as hands skim up my back.
“I’m here,” Cameron says. “I’m so here for this.”
I turn to face her, my body rippling with need. She’s naked and glorious in the moonlight, her gray eyes filled with stars as she reaches for me, mouth parting in carnal hunger.
My need is almost painful as I attempt to push her away. “We can’t…Cameron, you know we can’t.”
“Yes, we can. It’s safe here. It’s just a dream, remember?”
I want her so fucking badly it’s a clawing beneath my skin.
She runs her hand down her abdomen to the apex of her thighs and touches herself, eyes drifting closed as she tips back her head with a moan and a gasp. I can smell her, fuck…I can?—
My beast surges to the surface, and I’m on her, pressing her into the grass, hips between her thighs, cock pushing against her.
“Yes!” She bends her knees and brings her legs up. “Fuck me. Do it now.”
Her eyes flash an eerie silver. No. This isn’t Cameron. This is?—
Bright lights sear my vision, and a shadow moves above me, feminine gasps of pleasure filling the room.
The woman looks down at me with eyes as dark as the depths of the ocean, red mouth parted as she pants, moving up and down.
No…My body tightens, aching for release.
No. This is wrong, this isn’t?—
Heat floods my veins, need tearing away all thought, allowing my primal beast to take over completely.
The gathering shadows close in, ripping the memory from my mind and leaving me in darkness.
Emptiness.
I am nothing.
Gone.
CHAPTER 36
SELAS
I’m glad I can’t see the skin on my leg. I know it’s bad because of the soft gasp the medic made when he removed the cast earlier. I know it’s bad because I can feel the scar tissue from the claw wounds. Areas that will never heal fully.
I take a turn around my room, wincing in pain with each step. I can do this. I will get stronger. I won’t let this beat me. I’ll go back to the academy and train the cadets like Farnell. Life doesn’t need to be over. I can still shift and fly. The injury might make me slow on my feet but not in the air. I can be of use.
There’s hope.
But I won’t go back until Touron has moved on. I can’t bear to see him day in, day out and not be with him. I planned for a tryst or two, but the damn goyle stole my heart, and now that’s another part of me that’s broken.
I make a fifth circuit past the balcony and slow at the sound of voices. My father must be on the veranda below, but who is he speaking to?
“No. I don’t think so…Hmmm…if you say so…”
