Killian doesn’t stay in my room during the next nights of the full moon. Reed takes his place. He looks unnaturally handsome too, but the desire I felt for Killian isn’t there.
“So, you attacked my friend last night,” Reed says the next evening.
“Oh, he told you?” I reply, not even embarrassed.
“When he jumped through the window half-crazed, I asked what happened. He mumbled something about ‘June being moon-drunk.’ I figured it out.”
“Freaking full moon,” I mutter.
“You’re not gonna try to attack me too, are you?” He steps back.
I sigh, almost laughing. “No, Reed. You’re safe with me.”
“You know, I think you and Killian might be bonded.”
“Bonded?”
“It happens with lycanthropes. A predestined connection. Like you were born to be lifelong partners.”
I pause. Was that the tightening
