Amber
I cleared my throat, trying to pull myself together. My voice came out flat, but I managed to keep it steady.
"I honestly didn’t need to know that."
Rayne didn’t miss a beat. "True," he said, his tone shameless and unapologetic. "But now that you do, I have no reason to hold back. I’ve been on rut suppressants for the last seven years, but it feels like this particular one is gonna happen no matter how many pills I pop."
That alarmed me instantly. My instinctive reaction wasn’t emotional—it was clinical. Subconsciously, I slipped into doctor mode.
"Are you insane?" I snapped. "Taking suppressants for that long is bad for your health. You're gonna mess your body up."
Rayne didn’t even flinch. "I know. But what choice do I have?"
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