Chapter Twenty Five - Go
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When the sweet smell of sage drifted into the room and slapped me upside the head, I panicked. I knew that enticing smell could only mean one thing. My eyes went to the door, and there he was. A blond god of a man, looking so perfect like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine. He had the bluest eyes, like the sky on a warm summer day. I felt myself drowning in them, even as anxiety ran up my spine and wrapped itself around my neck choking me.
I had not given much thought to mates. Every day it was just about surviving, staying alive, keeping Hannah safe. There wasn’t time to think about anything as frivolous as love. And since I had never felt an attraction to anyone, man or woman, I thought somehow, I was exempt. Maybe becoming rogue had b
