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ChapterTwenty

NYX

Devenir un homme.

Ou mourir.

Ferme tes yeux.

Détendez-vous.

No.

A search-and-destroy missionwith half my senses dulled by sleep put a stop to clumsy fingers at the waistband of my boxers.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the barely-there morning light peeking through the window and a muffled“oouuucchhh”from underneath the covers drew me out of my nightmares and into reality.

“Oh, shit,” I hissed, releasing my hold on Tati’s wrists, and flipping the covers back. She immediately sat up, hands massaging the places where I’d been holding her too tight.

“Sorry,” she breathed, braids all over the place as she met my gaze with puffy, contrite eyes. “I wasn’t thinking.”

I sat up to join her, taking over the massage of the sensitive flesh I hopefully hadn’t bruised. “I’msorry.” I pushed out a sigh. “I don’t even know what the fuck that was,” I admitted.

“It wasn’t a great idea… all things considered,” she said, accompanying the words with a dry laugh. “I shouldn’t have assumed that was something you would even want, especially without any sort of warning, while you wereasleep.Wow, I really fucked—”

“Stop,” I interrupted, dropping her wrists to pull her into me. “It’s not like that.”

“How would you know?” she drew back, raising an eyebrow at me. “You just said you didn’t know what happened?”

“What if I figured it out though, smartass?”

“I’m listening.”

“What’s up with the attitude?”

“I don’thavean attitude.”

“So you’re a liar now.”

“Nigga…”

“I’m just not used to waking up to anybody,” I said before Iactuallypissed her off. I knew her well enough now to tell the “attitude” was just anxiety, which wasn’t something I cared to cultivate between us.

Her expression softened. “So… you’re telling me you haven’t had a lil girlfriend, sneaky link, none of that?”

“Do I seem that fuckin’ domesticated?” I asked, making her laugh.

“No,” she conceded. “You are… quite the feral big cat.”

“You calling me pussy?”

“Stop.” She laughed again. “No, I’m saying you’re… used to being a lion in the wild. One with no pack. Unsustainable. You belong in a group. Pack hunters.”

“I thought hunting was a lioness’ job in the wild.”

“Notthe point, sir,” she teased, playfully jabbing me in the chest. “You know that, right?”

“I do.”

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