Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sage's POV
Just as his hand began to slide down my ribcage, tracing the curve of my waist with a possessiveness that made my head spin, the sharp, mechanical trill of a cell phone shattered the haze.
I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs — not from the closeness of my fated mate this time, but from the sudden, icy jolt of reality. The sound was abrasive, intrusive, and terrifyingly familiar. It was the ringtone I assigned to Maren.
I broke the kiss with a gasp, pulling back just enough to look into Heath’s eyes. They were dark, dilated with desire, and filled with confusion at the sudden rejection.
My hand flew to his chest, pushing firmly but not hard enough to aggravate the injuries he claimed were healed. "I have to get it," I hissed, my eyes darting arou
