Page 9 of Shifting Desire
“What the fuck does that mean?”I whisper.
But before he can answer, the elevator dings.We’ve reached my floor.The doors open, but neither of us moves.
“You’re insane,” I say, stepping out of the elevator.
“You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?”he asks, not angry, just calm.Certain.“The pull.The fire.”
I shake my head.“There’s no fire.”
Liar.My body knows the truth even if my brain won’t admit it.
His fingers lift, hovering just an inch from my cheek.But he doesn’t touch me.Not this time and I swear I don’t want to cry at the lack of contact.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Arinaghwyndrelle,” he says, stepping back into the elevator.
“Stop calling me that.”The words hold no heat.
He smiles but not like before.This one seems sad, and I have no idea what the hell is going on.
The metal doors slide closed, and he disappears, leaving me alone in the hallway with my jumbled thoughts and a heat low in my belly that I hate almost as much as I crave it.
There’s something happening here.Something bigger than just attraction.Bigger than lust.It’s in my blood, my bones, my fucking soul.
And I’m starting to wonder if this thing between us isn’t something new ...but something that’s always been there.
Chapter Four
Malichai
Let Her Choose Me
It’s after midnight, and I’m still pacing like a caged animal.
My mate is in her apartment, safe and asleep, and yet here I am, still in my office on the top floor, tie loosened, jacket draped over the arm of the leather chair, sleeves rolled to my elbows like that will somehow relieve the heat burning beneath my skin.
It won’t.Nothing will.Not until she’s mine.Not until Ari chooses me.
