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And worse? I’m going to lose itwithout her.
I slam the heel of my hand against the nearest wall. Not hard enough to break it -yet. But the drywall flinches.
I should be in there. She should be calling my name. She should be mine.
Sheismine.
And if I step through that door right now, she’ll know it. Every inch of her will remember. Every nerve will scream for me. And I won’t leave until I’ve filled her with so much of me, it rewires her fucking DNA.
But I don’t.
Not yet.
Instead, I stalk down the hallway, fangs bared to no one, rut hot in my blood, dominance leaking from every pore.
If Ash or Theo so much as looks smug when I walk in there, I swear to God I will black out and wake up wearing their skulls as decorative art.
But I’m fine. Totally fine.
Absolutely, one-hundred percent, in-control alpha behavior.
...Right up until I smell her again. And then all bets are off.
The sound of a door creaks open down the hall, and I don’t even turn around.
I know it’shim. Who else would be stomping through my house like he’s on a guided tour with no concept of indoor voice etiquette?
"Wow," Kai drawls behind me, clearly seeing the way I’m braced against the window like I’m debating whether to leap through it or fuck it. "That posture says, ‘I’m contemplating murder,’ but the fogged-up glass says ‘wistful Regency heroine.’ Should I come back later?”
I exhale slowly, jaw clenching. “You’re back early.”
“Traffic was light,” he says cheerfully. “Lexi says hi, by the way. And she also says, and I quote, ‘Tell Lord Broodsalot to pull the stick out of his ass before he chokes on it.’”
My head turns. Slowly.
Kai’s holding a duffel bag in one hand and a hoodie slung over his shoulder. His grin is pure mischief.
“She also said,” he adds, “if you try to ground Rhea for having a sex drive, she’ll punch you in the dick.”
“She threatened my genitals last time,” I mutter. “This is not new information.”
Kai shrugs. “I think she means it more now.”
I stare at him, hands curling at my sides. “Why are you talking?”
He steps further into the hallway like I didn’t just deliver a very direct warning.
“Because I’m trying to distract you before you start punching drywall. Again.”
“I don’t punch -”
“You do. I saw the pantry door, man. That wasn’t a hinge issue. That was a ‘Lucian lost a staring contest with his emotionsand took it out on a flat surface’ issue.”
I glare.
“Just saying,” he adds, voice light. “Maybe instead of brooding out here like a vampire with a trust fund, you go in there and talk to her.”
“I can’t.”
