And as soon as her eyes opened again, a shriek escaped her as she yanked suddenly away.
“What… what…” she gasped, rolling off the couch, landing hard on her knees, her hip knocking hard into the table.
A hiss escaped her at the pain, and I swear to fuck, one of my wings moved outward toward her, stroking over her skin.
Which only managed to make shit worse as she scrambled back, letting out another shriek before she gained her feet, turned, and ran.
“Fuck,” I hissed as the bathroom door slammed shut.
Fuck.
The extent to which I’d just fucked up seemed to be enough to force the Change back.
Too late.
Too fucking late.
She’d seen me.
And she was fucking freaking out about it.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I gathered my clothes, getting dressed, grabbing my notes, and making my way out.
What other choice did I have?
Best case, she would know how insane it sounded, and would say nothing.
Worst case, she would start spouting some shit that was going to mean Ace and the others would have a lot of fucking questions for me.
“Fuck,” I growled again as I got into the fresh air.
What was that strange piercing sensation in my chest?
And why was it getting sharper and more intense with each mile I put between us?
It brought me to my fucking knees on the doorstep of the house when I finally made it home.
That was where Minos found me.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, taking one look at me, and knowing.
It wasn’t until right that moment, though, that I finally understood.
It wasn’t normal, the way the Change overtook me with Charlotte.
No.
I’d fuckingClaimedher.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Charlotte
“Okay okay okay,” I said, shaking my hands at my sides as I paced the small area of my bathroom. “Ooookay. Alright. That was real.”
Right?
It had to be real.