She wants Keith to attack Camille. To kill him so she doesn't have to.
The truth bears down on me like a sudden downpour.
“Why would that matter? What does it have to do with me?”
“Keith, if he finds us together…if we…if the aphrodisiac takes over and he finds out…” I let the sentence hang, my mind filling with all the images of what could be.
He stands abruptly, making me flinch and hoist myself on the bed to keep us level. My mind is split in two, one side begging for him to come closer, for the ease of touch, the other part screams for Keith.
“She wants his mating instinct to take hold. For him to do what she can't,” he says, putting the pieces together.
Use the bond, my wolf says.
How. It's so new. Would it even work?
Try.
I envision the root, allowing the tiny bulb of light
