Elijah POV
“Elijah, Elijah wake up!” Ambrosia’s voice was hoarse, and she was frantically pawing at me.
She hadn’t left after I’d marked her. She stayed another day- still in the throes of her heat. I had business to attend to, but I made frequent trips back to the bedroom for ‘breaks.’ I came back smelling more and more like her every time, and she gained more and more clarity each time- though she’d refrained from marking me yet. She wasn’t exactly in the frame of mind for a deep discussion on the matter.
So, forgive me if I woke and thought she was waking me for s*x.
“Ami, not now…” I muttered, “in the morning…”
She slapped me, and damn if she couldn’t slap hard. “Elijah, not that- don’t you smell the smoke?”
And I did. I was too groggy to realize at first, but the smell of burni
