Chapter 37
Without Kira and Curly to guard from danger, I slept in the bed. Assuming, that is, the hours of tossing and turning could really be called sleep. Eventually, though, the sun rose and I groggily sat up to greet the daylight...only to be met by an agonizing burning where the mate tether intersected with my gut.
“Stay away. Stay safe,” I whispered, barely able to speak over the spears of pain piercing my center. I knew I was too distant for my words to be captured by their intended recipient, but I had to try to keep Gunner in clan central. All it would take was one wave of Sakurako’s fingers and he’d turn into a blood donor fueling who knew what kitsune atrocities at her whim.
And perhaps my request made it through after all. More likely, my body simply couldn’t sustain that l
