Serena
My throat dried up.
Our deal is up?
What did that even mean?
I sat up slowly, holding the fur to my chest as Xavier stepped closer, his boots pressing into the furs with slow, deliberate weight.
The healer stepped back, her face pale.
“Leave,” he ordered her, voice like ice.
She didn’t argue. The tent flap closed behind her, and then it was just us.
Again.
Always him.
I hugged my knees, trying to stay steady, but my heart was racing.
“What… what happens now?” I asked.
Xavier crouched in front of me, his eyes flickering over my face, then down to my shoulder where the mark supposedly burned beneath my skin. “Now,” he murmured, “you’ve just become a hell of a lot more interesting.”
I stiffened. “Is that good or bad?”
“That depends entirely on you.”
I hated the way he s
