Dimitri
*From the moment that he leaves Alora’s room.*
The door had clicked shut behind me, and the sound was far too final for how unfinished the moment felt. Walking out of that room had been harder than I ever thought it would. The threads of the bond wrapped around my wrist physically burned as it called to me, begging me to turn around and return to her.
Where this sudden conscience of mine has come from, I have no idea, but I despise it all the same. I have been all but waiting for the right moment to tempt my bonded for the past few days, only to be reminded that the heat was still a factor that she was not aware of. I became so consumed with fighting with the flea-bitten mutt every time we happened to cross paths outside her door that I forgot that this wasn't over yet.
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