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CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Comingout of the dream is violent. I lurch up in bed covered in sweat. I whip my head to both sides, finding the room empty and, horrifyingly, my hand down my pants. I snatch it back like I burned myself, then shove myself out of bed as if I can physically put more distance between me and the dream.
Oh my God.Oh my God.
Where thefuckdid that come from?
I’m still hot and too tightly wound, and when I move, I can feel how wet I am.
God, I hope Reid didn’t see any of that down the bond. I check for any emotion in my chest that doesn’t belong to me, but it’s quiet, calm. Not like he’s blocking me out, just like he’s asleep.
Whatwasthat?
Even my subconscious can’t be that fucked up. It feels like a betrayal. No matter what Reid’s done or the mistakes he’s made, I still don’t want to do anything that would hurt him.
And this…
I check the clock, realizing I’m due to meet Cam for training in a half hour. And even though I know I’ll be sweaty and disgusting after we’re done, I jump in the shower now. Showing up in this state is not an option. He’d probably be able to smell it or some other weird wolf-trick.
Cam.
It doesn’t occur to me until I’m dressed and halfway to our meeting spot.
But the first conversation we had here…the connection he thought transferring the blood deal left behind.
I shove through the doors with renewed purpose, my hands balled into fists as I search the grounds for him. The sun just set moments ago, leaving behind a hint of the day’s heat.
“You’re early,” Cam observes as I find him setting up weights and resistance bands in the grass. He shoves up the sleeves of his hoodie as he rises back to his full height. “You—”
I slap him across the face.
He stumbles back a step, eyes widening. “What the hell, Darkmore?”
I follow him, getting right in his face as I point a finger. Not at all affected by how gold his eyes are, how I can still remember exactly how those lips, that beard felt against my skin.
“You stay the fuck out of my head,” I snap, partially to him, partially to myself. “I don’t know what game you’re playing—”
His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and I don’t look. I don’t pay attention to his mouth at all. I don’t remember the way he held me through my orgasm, how he murmured in my ear, how it—
“Hold on, what are you talking about?”
I can’t look him in the eyes. I can’t look at his lips, his fingers. And God, being this close to him, I cansmellhim. How did he even manage to get the scent right in the dream? It’s full of trees, campfires, and fresh air, something deeper and muskier lingering beyond the surface.
“I mean it, Cam. Whatever this weird connection is between us, find a way to get rid of it. I don’t care if I have to take that damn deal back—”
“Princess—”
“Don’tcall me that. And if you pull that shit again, I will kill you.” The words don’t have nearly as much bite to them as they should. I thrust my finger into his face again. “Stay out of my dreams.”
He opens his mouth to respond but stops himself. Something seems to occur to him, because the confusion pinching his brow together softens.
The following silence threatens to swallow me whole as we stare at each other.
But then finally, in a voice far too calm, he says, “I wouldn’t know how to get into your head if I tried, Darkmore. And I haven’t felt anything from that connection since that one time.”
I blink, taking a step back from him. He could be lying, but I don’t think he is.
But then…I…that would mean…
