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“What are you thinking about?”Remmo asked me, as we ate a dinner of the shelled fruits called fromil and some strange vegetables that almost reminded me of longer, skinnier, blue carrots. According to Remmo, they were called covais.
I rarely ate silently, but I hadn’t talked much since I decided that I was going to have to reform my bond with Teris.
“Nothing,” I lied.
As much as I didn’t want to, I knew I was going to have to distance myself from Remmo. The basilisk wasn’t going to accept my decision to kiss Teris without a fight. We hadn’t talked about that, but I justknew.
“Iloli,” he warned.
He rarely called me Sunny. I kind of loved that. No one had ever called me Sunny before I came to Vevol, anyway. Ana was the one who’d made up the damn nickname, and honestly, I was kind of excited for the day that I finally told someone my real name. Hopefully, the nickname would die a fast, bloody death.
“I don’t know. I guess now that we’re headed back, I just…” I hesitated, mostly for dramatic effect. “I’m thinking about Teris.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Not completely.
Iwasthinking about Teris.
Just not in the way I had implied.
Remmo’s jaw clenched.
Damn, I loved how much he hated my ex-relationship with the sabertooth. He was getting more and more possessive, and even if it was probably cruel of me, I was absolutely obsessed with that.
“Thinking what?” He gritted the words out.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Just thinking.”
His eyes burned into me, but he said nothing else.
SoIsaid nothing else.
And we went to sleep with a tension between us that I hated—but one that I was going to have to embrace if I wanted the basilisk to live.
We could still be friends, after all. Even if I was temporarily mated to Teris. It would take him time to forgive me, but Remmowouldforgive me.
The next day,as we traveled, the tension only grew. And that night, neither of us spoke.
It was horrible.
Tears stung my eyes as I stared down at the world beneath me, my long body wrapped around a thick tree branch.
I hated the distance between us.
In the past few weeks, Remmo had started to mean a hell of a lot to me.
And I didn’t want that to change.
I heard the leaves above me rustle just slightly, and then the man’s low voice met my ears. “Can I hold you, Iloli?”
My throat was swollen, but I bobbed my scaly head.
A moment later, a thick, scaly body was wrapping around mine, holding me to the branch completely. He was so damn warm.
My eyes closed as his head rested on the top of mine. The weight of it was comforting, rather than painful.
And just as I fell asleep, I could’ve sworn I heard a low, silky voice whisper into my mind,
