Chrystal’s thoughts had been running alongside Castian’s and had bled into his mind, unbeknownst to her. As he blocked her off, she had continued her musings.
No! This is not a fated bond, it can’t be! Sure, I SENSE him in ways that are not logical, I feel him as if we are pack members. No, more than that...as if we’ve marked each other. But we haven’t.
Her mind moved forward, reluctantly. To the heart of his cold comment – it wasn’t cold, but that’s what if felt like to her ears.
So…that’s why he didn’t leave me. Not because he cares…
Chrystal swallowed.
Somehow, that hurt her in a distinct other way; even as the fire in her body never lessened, she felt a prick in her heart.
What am I thinking! His father killed my mother! Broke my family! What am I thinking about right now? Chry
