After the meeting, Selene and Dorian walked back through the fortress in uncomfortable silence.
Finally, Dorian said: “This is weird.”
“Incredibly weird.”
“They just gave us herbs so we don’t accidentally… you know.”
“Yep.”
“And eventually we’re going to have to… not use the herbs.”
“Also yep.”
More silence.
“I hate everything about this conversation,” Dorian said.
“Same.”
They stopped in a quiet corridor, away from prying eyes and ears. Dorian leaned against the wall, looking exhausted.
“I don’t want to pressure you,” he said. “Into anything. The curse doesn’t give us many choices, but where we do have them, I want you to actually choose.”
“I know.”
“Do you? Because I’m a werewolf, I’m stronger than you, and the bond is already pushing us together. I don’t want you to ever fe
