DEMI
The training hall did not let us leave quietly. Whistles, laughter, and Kate’s voice followed us into the corridor: “Use protection. Emotional protection. Obviously.” I should have died of embarrassment on the spot. Unfortunately, the bond had already killed most of my useful instincts.
Maverick’s hand stayed at the small of my back as he guided me into the corridor. Not possessive. Not forceful. Just steady. A wall between me and the entire room that had watched me kiss the Alpha of Black Mountain as if my life depended on it. Maybe it had. My lips still tingled. My knees felt unreliable. Somewhere behind us, Parker groaned something that sounded suspiciously like a complaint about public trauma.
The corridor doors shut, cutting off the pack’s noise. Silence fell too hard.
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