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I almost let him kiss me again, but the scent of moonlight overwhelms my nostrils, reminding me of what he is.
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Will you stop trying to kiss me?”
The fucker has the nerve to chuckle. So do Shade and Rune.
“She hasn’t changed a bit,” Shade states with amusement. “She’s still as feisty as ever.”
I throw a scowl in his direction before rotating back around to look at Jules. “What’s going on?” I demand. “What do you know about me? And why do you keep trying to kiss me?”
“You’ll have to lower your hand from my mouth if you want me to explain.” His lips kiss my palm as he speaks.
I resist a shiver. “I will, but only if you promise not to try to kiss me.”
“I can’t promise that.” When my eyes narrow at him, he adds, “I will for now, though, if that’s what you need.”
Cocky much?
“I’m going to lower my hand, but only because I want you to tell me what’s going on. I’m not going to let you kiss me ever again.”
Liar.
I dropkick that thought into the back of my mind and remove my hand from his lips.
A smile graces his beautiful face as he stares at me in wonderment again. The look is starting to make me uncomfortable because he’s a werewolf. And also because it kind of makes me want to kiss him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Unwelcomed emotions emerge inside me as my gaze zones in on his lips. Then I tear my eyes away from him as adrenaline surges through my veins.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” Jules whispers softly. “Everything’s going to be okay now.”
“I doubt that,” I reply without looking directly at him. “I have a feeling you’re about to try to convince me that I’m a creature I’ve despised for over a year.”
His expression plummets. “You despise werewolves?”
“I thought I already made that pretty clear.” I slant away from him until the edge of the table digs into my back.
His frown deepens at my obvious attempt to put space between our bodies. “I told you that you don’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid. Well, I am, but only because I’m worried you’re going to try to kiss me again,” I lie, hoping he won’t ask why I’m so afraid of werewolves.
“You sure about that?” His brow teases upward. “Because it kind of felt like you were enjoying it.”
My gaze involuntarily drops to his lips. Stupid gaze.
A haughty grin tugs at his lips, and then he moves in to kiss me again.
“That’s it. I’m out of here.” I dive off his lap, leap across the table, and land on my feet before I can even take my next blink.
The four of them gape at me as I stand in front of the table with my jaw hanging to my knees.
“How the hell did I move that fast?” I ask, but I don’t stick around for the answer.
I whirl around, ready to get the heck out of here and escape the allegations that I’m a creature I’ve grown to hate and fear. I don’t want to be a werewolf. Don’t want to be surrounded by creatures who can hurt me in ways that I may never heal from.
As images of that day flood my mind, a growl reverberates from my chest, causing the room to still in silence. Every creature stares in my direction. Werewolves. Vampires. Faeries. Demons. I swear they can all see what I am. That I’m ruined. Broken. They can see the scars on my body.
I need to get out of here.
