Chrystal grabbed Castian’s hand.
“What if we leave? Me and you. Just go?” she asked quietly, almost pleadingly.
“This is –”
“A spell. I know. But is it that bad? Is it so bad, this spell?” she breathed, her eyes widening, her nostrils flaring, voicing the thoughts she had been pushing at him.
He stared at her.
“Or...is it now about Hana?” she remarked, a slight heat in her voice.
His grip loosened, but only for an instant. The bond was working on overdrive now that they had slept together, and with them touching, standing as close as they were, the fire was stronger than ever.
It was still painful, but they were wolves, and some pain sometimes had a slight pleasure beneath. That pleasure part was turning up, but the danger was still there – if they did not claim each other, the wea
