Clinton's POV
I stand outside Catherine’s door longer than I should, staring at the handle. My heart keeps pounding anyway…loud and steady, like it’s trying to force a decision out of me.
I can still taste her.
It lingers in a way that doesn’t make sense for something that barely lasted…a kiss that started and ended in the same breath before it could become anything real.
Her aunt’s voice cut through it, sharp and unwelcome, and just like that, it was over. But my body didn’t get the message. It’s still holding on to it, replaying it, refusing to let it go.
You still like her even after what you found out at the Shadow Fang Pack?
Black’s voice comes back without warning, and my chest tightens instantly. I push away from the door.
I already know the answer, and I hate that I do.
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