CIAN
I leaned against the corridor wall and pressed my palm against my forehead.
What the hell was wrong with me?
The touch of her skin still burned on my fingertips. Her lips had been so soft against my palm, and the warmth of her breath had seeped through my skin like it could reach somewhere deeper. Somewhere I didn't want it to go.
I pushed off the wall and started walking again. My chambers weren't far, but each step felt heavier than it should have been.
She's different than we thought.
The voice came from inside, from the part of me that was the other and same all at once. My wolf had been stirring all evening, restless and insistent.
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.
Hazel and her mother lied. Fia didn't deceive us. She was just trying to save her pack.
"She still went along with it," I said. "She still stood there and let it happen."
Because she had to. If you were in her shoes, you would have done the same.
