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I’m sweaty, throat parched, with a phantom pain in my hollow place that Finn could fill so, so well if only I’d ask.
But I won’t.
I swear.
I won’t.
Unless I have to, but otherwise, I’m a nun.
Ugh. Wyverns.
Flicking the tap to cold, I scrub off Finn’s raunchy, brain-altering orange. When I’m so icy my teeth chatter, my hormones finally leave me alone.
It’s not like I didn’t know they’d test me.
Fated, scent-matched mates aren’t easy to resist.
I have to be stronger.
When I peek into the bedroom, Finn’s gone, but he left me a gift. The ratty duffel I abandoned in the Wyverns’ basement looks like a hobo satchel against the puffy white cloud of my comforter.
It holds my equally ratty possessions. Threadbare sweats, my falling-apart shoes, and even my cracked-screen tablet.
Plus a bonus.
Finn stuffed in his own clothes.
Sweats, T-shirts, and two pairs of boxers that I push off the bed with the corner of a tax law textbook before I can scent whether or not he pre-wore them for me.
Gunpowder and orange seeps into everything I own.
I don’t want to spend the day wearing Finn Wyvern, but it’s that or the tracksuit.
You know my thoughts.
I slip into my own sweatpants and Finn’s tall, hooded sweatshirt that hangs to my knees.
It’s big and comfy, and instead of driving me crazy, the spiced citrus hits like a second-hand hug. When I indulge and press my face to the cloth, the constant anxious hum in my ribs drops from a twelve to a six.
I totally just cracked the code.
Steal Wyvern Pack's clothes and stuff them ’til they’re man-shaped.
Pillow mates will never disappoint me.
I accessorize with knives and my new guns, then brace myself to open the door. Good thing, because I face-plant in Finn’s chest.
“Star.” Something dangerously obsessive shimmers in the dark pits of his eyes. “You look so fucking good when you look like you’re mine.”
“Not yours.” I push past him, swallowing another shiver.
This is not sustainable.
Orion sits at the marble breakfast bar in the same jeans and soft sweater from last night.
“You let this in?” I jerk my head toward our intruder.
Orion sets down his phone. “Hunter texted. Finn’s officially on bodyguard duty.”
