Witchling
The musky smell of forest rain and peppermint infiltrated my nose. Jace's scent had changed since we last mated. I snuggled into the covers, my legs entwined with the warm sheets. A finger caressed the ink all the way up my spine, causing me to squirm and shiver under the crackling sparks. "You have to get up." Jace whispered gently into my ear. I turned my head away from him, closing my eyes and falling asleep again. Maybe the bastard would let me be, I thought. Obviously I was wrong. An arm of steel wrapped around me, lifting me up against his solid chest and carried me out of the room. "Okay, okay!" I grumbled, slipping from his grip. Why did this prick have to wake me up? "I can hear you." Jace mind-linked me. "f**k you." I replied in my head. I often forgot about the mind-link t
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