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“Okay,” I say with a nod. “If I ask Devoss, is he going to have the same reply?”
“If he values his job, he will.”
“Something happened that’s annoyed you more than just my suicide attempt. What’s happening, my love?” I reach out to cup his cheek, but when he leans back in his chair, moving away from my touch, I drop my hand.
My throat burns as tears well up in my eyes, but I won’t let them fall. This isn’t about me, and I refuse to make it that way. I’m a selfish creature, but I see this as a sort of second chance for me. Maybe.
I can’t force Atticus to open up, not when he’s not ready for it, and I won’t force him to accept my touch, either.
I step back, giving him some breathing room, and he relaxes. His hands stop gripping the handles on his chair, and his shoulders lower, as he meets my eyes once more.
“I’m sorry for overstepping.”
“Look, give me some time to work this out on my own,” Atty says, using a fake gentle tone. “Then maybe we can talk about it.”
I nod slowly, but I don’t feel reassured. This feels like a copout, like he’s just trying to placate me.
Instead, I feel like I’m being pushed away. Treated like a fool who is incapable of being a support system to anyone else.
My mind is whirring, and I don’t like it. I can’t tell whether he’s keeping this from me because of the attempt, because of the mental illness, or if he’d never tell me.
I don’t know which is worse.
I’m hoping this is nothing, that this mood is because of the suicide attempt, but that doesn’t feel like the truth.
No, I think something big is happening with my mate, and I might have just ruined my one chance to learn about it.
NORA’S WOLF
My human doesn’t realise how badly our mate is struggling.
He and his human are disconnected. Broken, even.
The lion demands bloodshed. The human refuses. He’s stuck, scared to act.
But I demand dominance. Strength. Power.
A weak mate nearly killed me.
I won’t allow that to happen again.
My human doesn’t deserve that.
6
NORA
“Hey, are you okay?” Micah asks, his eyes raking over me in panic when he sees me just laying on my bed.
“I’m okay,” I say, slowly sitting up. “I don’t think Atticus is, though.”
“Come on, let’s go in the bath, and you can tell me all about it,” Micah says, taking my hand in his and gently helping me off the bed. We go through to my bathroom, where my bath is already filling with water.
There’s a heavenly smell, and when I try to take a deep inhale, I sneeze. My enhanced senses are being overridden by a bath bomb, and the tickly sensation makes me wrinkle my nose.
When I voice this to Micah, he laughs and explains he had the same reaction the first few times. The trick is apparently not to use your enhanced senses, and sort of separate yourself from your wolf.
But for someone who has only just merged with her wolf, I think I’ll avoid separating from her for a while.
