Zara
After days of enforced rest, I found myself unable to sleep. I’d read every book in my room. My requests for the return of my computer were ignored.
Lucian stumbled into my room late in the night.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
He grimaced and shook his head.
“I know I went to you. In the shower. To calm my wolf.”
“Yes,” I said. “Don’t you remember?”
“Not clearly,” Lucian admitted. “My wolf was mostly in control. I remember you. I remember your scent. You… I did not force you.”
“No,” I was quick to reassure him. “No, you didn’t.”
“But something happened that hurt you.”
“The healers are pretty sure it was delayed shock and overexertion,” I pointed out.
I desperately didn’t want Lucian to know anything about my incomplete mate bond.
“Right,” Lucian said. “I. My head. I don’t
