MILLICENT
I don’t think my legs touched the ground all the way back from the bathroom. Everything was fuzzy, like the hallway wasn’t even real, like I was just walking through some hazy dream I’d had a thousand times before but never dared to live.
My hand still felt the ghost of his touch, my lips were still swollen, and I swear if I closed my eyes, I could still feel the heat of his mouth against my skin.
My pulse hadn’t slowed down since the second he stopped, and the stopping was the only part that made sense, but it also didn’t, because I didn’t want it, not really, not deep down where the truth likes to hide.
My wolf was pacing inside me like she’d been drugged with lightning, every step of mine matched with hers, restless and impatient, like she was still trying to drag me bac
