“Get up!” I screamed.
Fear painted her face and she shook her head in confusion.
“Desmond, what’s wrong?”
“You don’t call me that!” I bellowed while walking towards her.
She scurried across the bed, landing on the opposite site with the sheet pulled close to her, hiding her nakedness from me. I was thankful that I couldn’t see her body. To know that last night I had covered it with my mouth made my rage flare. If I could, I would carve out all the spots my lips had touched.
She shrank in the corner, looking up at me with tears falling from her eyes. Even through my anger, I could feel her heart breaking thanks to the bond. I shoved the feeling away, not allowing her to win again. It was all a lie. I didn’t trust what I felt coming from her. Whether the bond was real or not, it didn’
