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I sigh, my breath clouding the air.
Saul glances at me, looking like a Viking warrior in a fur fringed coat. His dark eyes penetrate me, going deep into my womb, making my insides swarm with the memory of how close we were in the kitchen, the feeling that’s happening, right now. That was going to be the moment my life finally, properly began.
But then Fiona walked in, telling us the bookstore was closed. She’d come home early.
A minute later and she might’ve caught us—caught us doing what, though?
The disbelief won’t stop taunting in my mind.
“I was thinking of heading back into town this evening,” Fiona says, pulling her sleeves up around her hands. “There’s this poetry reading at the library. What do you think, Sadie? I mean, a couple of my old high school friends are going, but you’re more than welcome to come.”
“Nah, I think I might just hang here if you don’t mind.”
She peers at me closely.
She knows. Even if there’s nothing to know, she freaking knows.
I feel so rotten when she looks at me like that, innocence mixed with confusion.
“I mean it, hon,” she says. “You’re my best friend. I like those girls, but they’re not Goldilocks and Fi. You wouldn’t be imposing at all.”
“I believe you,” I smile. “I’m just not really in the mood.”
She shrugs, thinking nothing of it, even as I glance over at Saul to study the tightness of his jaw. I drag my gaze away to the snow sheeted garden, stretching like a white carpet for miles and miles around, glittering as the sun soars toward its zenith.
“Nothing shines like melting snow,” Fiona says, an invigorated note in her voice. “Hey, I might put that in my book.”
“You should,” I say, perhaps with too much sudden passion in my voice.
“It’s a beautiful line, Fiona,” Saul quickly follows.
“Okay,” she says, gaze flitting between us. “You know I’m totally over the bookstore being closed, right? It was just a simple mistake. You don’t need to coddle me or anything.”
“I seem to remember one particular bookstore that led to a temper tantrum…” I say.
She shoots me a look, trying to be fierce even as the corners of her lips tug upward. The expression reminds me of Saul and the moment I think that messed-up thought, I wish I could squash it like a bug.
This is so weird.
But my want for him doesn’t wane under the weight of the weirdness. It persists, it grows, it flourishes with the greedy yearning of my womb to fuel it.
“What’s this, then?” Saul smirks.
“Sadie,” Fiona mock warns, all smiles. “Don’t you dare.”
“What? I think it’s cute.”
“What happened?” Saul chuckles, somehow still making it gruff like he always does.
Fiona huffs and rolls her eyes. “Basically, this absolute ass clown decided that it would be a good idea to try and shoplift a book right in front of me. So I sort of gave him a—a very light dressing down.”
“And by light, she means she verbally tore him to shreds and went on a tirade about how important bookstores are until the guy just dropped the book and ran out of there.”
“Well, he deserved it,” Fiona huffs, the three of us laughing together, Jasper looking between us, his tongue hanging happily.
The three of us laughing together.
Nobody will be able to convince me this isn’t the strangest scenario ever.Chapter EightSaulHey Dad. Just letting you know I’m going to be out late/maybe might be coming back tomorrow morning. We’re going for a few drinks and might stay over at Jessica’s. Can you please let Sadie know that she can join us in town if she wants? Or just tell her to get her head out of her books and check her phone LOL. I’ve texted her about a million times! Anyway didn’t mean this to turn into an essay. Byeeeeeee x
I let out a growling breath of air, half fueled by the workout I’ve just completed and half fueled by the feeling that comes over me as I read the words.
I find myself praying that Sadie agrees to go into town with Fiona because that way she’ll be out of the house and it won’t just be me and her here, our own private winter getaway, a refuge, a secret place where secret sinful things happen.
My groin aches just thinking about those things, my balls becoming stones of tension, pulsing and tightening, waiting to release my hunting seed.
And my prey is her.
But there’s another part of me, the savage primal part. This is the wolf that turns its teeth to the moon and howls every time I think about Sadie, the cute shyness in her eyes, the sassy-shy way she bites her lip, a combination that seems impossible and yet captures me like a damn spell.
That part would rather smash her phone to tiny crystalline pieces than let her go into Marchway tonight.
