CHAPTER NINE
CyleIt was the stuff of dreams. Beth was a miracle. Holding her in my arms, kissing her, was more than I could have asked for.
Her slender body fit mine perfectly. We were made for each other. Mates.
But the longer we kissed, the faster my conscience returned. It had been dimmed by the uisge beatha and Beth’s touch, but now it was back, screaming at me to stop.
I’d made a vow. I couldn’t have Beth. Not yet.
The thought of not having her by my side broke my heart. My eyes stung at the same time as my antennae started burning with fury. A single tear escaped, falling onto Beth’s cheek.
She stilled. Our lips were still fused together, but she'd stopped moving, even stopped breathing.
How such a miniscule group of hydrogen and oxygen molecules could destroy everything.
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