Albert
I told myself it was just closure.
That was the lie I clung to as I walked through the pines again, this time on two legs, heart heavy with resolve and dread. The forest was quieter now, as if it too were holding its breath. I kept my head down, my hands jammed into my coat pockets to keep from turning back. Each step toward Edward’s house made my chest ache harder.
I was going to reject him. Tell him we couldn't be mates, not now, not ever.
I had to. For my sanity. For Emon. For the wound still festering in me that no apology could heal. If I wanted to move forward and to heal, I needed to do away with him.
But gods help me… I didn’t want to.
His scent was in the air before I reached the porch, pine, leather and… something deeper. Warmer. It pulled at something feral inside
