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Silence. We just stand there. Me. The woman I’m falling for, who has my wolf in her. My best friend, the ghost. And memories of the fucking undead coming back.
“This is the weirdest night of my life,” I say.
“I have no words,” Erynn adds.
“And it’s not even midnight yet,” Mikael contributes.
I wrap an arm around Erynn, who hasn’t let go of me yet. For this moment, we’re alive, we’re together.
Could be worse.
Probably.
Chapter
Five
ERYNN
“We’re completely fucked if we don’t figure out this power shift, aren’t we?” Ash asks, voice low, eyes scanning the trees like they’re hiding the next horror.
“Still freaking out over the zombie thing?” I ask, trying to keep my voice casual, even though everything in me is stretched tight.
He gives me a look. Dry. Flat. Deadpan. Like I’ve just asked if water is wet.
“Okay, fair,” I mutter, and then— “Ow. Fuck!”
Pain lances up my foot. I stagger, biting down a hiss, and glance lower to find a small thorn in the side of my foot. I reach for it and pluck it out. Ash is there before I can blink, crouching, his hands already on me, checking my foot and pulling out another small thorn.
“I got it,” he says. Then he lifts me into his armslike I weigh nothing. I should protest that this is ridiculous, over the top, but instead I end up curled against his chest, his jacket around me and the warmth of his body seeping into mine.
“Romance novels lied,” I say against his throat. “They make barefoot forest wandering sound dreamy.”
His chest vibrates with a low laugh. He shifts me slightly in his arms, like he wants me closer. His fingers flex along my thigh, steadying me, but it feels like more than that. Like he wants me here. Like I belong.
“You okay?” he murmurs, and when I tilt my head, he’s already watching me.
Gods, that look.
It’s not just hunger. It’s not even just need. It’s that deep, captivated stare that has my lungs feeling too full, as though he’s trying to memorize every inch of me.
I remember the woods. His mouth on mine. His hands. The way he fucked me. My legs around his waist, the way I burned for him.
Did that really happen?
My body says yes. The ache between my thighs says yes. The wolf in me growls his agreement, rolling in contentment like he knows we were claimed in more than just instinct.
His gaze drops to my lips.
“You’re staring,” I whisper.
“You’re warm,” he says back as if that explains it. “And you smell like you’re mine.”
His jaw ticks, like he wants to kiss me again.
I don’t pull away.
Because in his arms, I don’t feel lost or confused. I feel safe.
