Blake
There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask Maeve. The topmost one was whether she had attacked Cathy. Cathy told me she slapped Maeve because Maeve tried to grab her throat. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to ask her. I couldn’t think straight when she was around. Her proximity did things to me on a visceral level. It was a feeling I couldn’t shake off. But she wasn’t my mate. So how could I have those feelings for her?
Last night, sleeping with her in the same bed was the best night of my life. My wolf, Frost, was relaxed and he would purr every time my fingers touched her. I had fallen into a deep sleep when my eyes jerked open, hearing her babbling, “stop whipping.” At first, I was startled and held her hand, but after a while, she let out a scream and began thrashing
