116ISABELLA I didn't answer him with words.I took the two steps separating us across the small kitchen, my boots clicking against the warped linoleum floor, and put my hands on either side of his face. His skin was warm—too warm from the low-grade fever his human immune system was fighting—and his jaw was rigid with tension.Then, I pulled him down and kissed him.It was entirely different from before. Every other time Rohan had touched me, the fated mate bond had acted like an electric current, a violent, golden heat that bypassed my brain and forced my body to react. It had always felt predatory, heavy with the weight of an ancient pack bloodline demanding submission.This was just a boy and a girl in a quiet kitchen. It was soft, slow, and completely silent in my head. I could taste the faint bitterness of the willow-bark tea he’d been drinking for the pain, feel the rough, chapped texture of his bottom lip, and hear the sharp, hitching gasp he took against my mouth when he reali
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