Chapter 88 - Back to Square One

Her nails came up fast, sharp as talons, raking across my forearms. Blood welled, but I didn’t flinch. I tightened.

Her lips curled, even as her face flushed red. “Because I can feel it,” she rasped. “The pull— it’s there, it’s real! He’s mine!”

I laughed, a dark, humorless sound that made her eye...