The kiss is still in my mouth when Elara finds me.
Kieran is somewhere, doing god knows what with his self-control, and I'm standing here like an i***t thinking about the way his hand felt in my hair when the door at the end of the hall opens. She walks out.
She looks at my face and knows immediately. There's no hiding this kind of thing.
"Come with me," she says.
***
She takes me to the medical wing, which feels deliberate. Her territory. Her equipment, her shelves, her air. She wants me off-balance, and it's working.
"Close the door," she says, pulling on latex gloves like this is a clinical visit and not whatever this actually is.
I close the door.
"How much do you know about mate bonds?" she asks, not looking at me.
Am I really his fated mate? That's f*****g nuts.
"Enough,"
