Chapter 33. Bound Together

I follow her when she moves, and she stops at the bed and stares at it for a long moment, somehow lost in thought or memory, and a tear rolls down her cheek.

“Meds?” I walk to her, but she shakes her head and inhales heavily.

“He asked me if I still loved him as crazily as when we first imprinted last night. Lying in bed, in his arms. It’s like he knew something was wrong and stupidly thought it was that. He said he felt like things were off, not with us, but in general, and he had a sense of foreboding suffocating him. Of course, Cesar’s first thing that comes to mind is us… if we fell apart, so would he. So, he asked me, and I… I told him he was stupid and to stop talking

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. I could have just told him yes, and that I loved him more than ever, but I didn’t. I was sassy. I gave him attitude because he woke me up, and I was snappy because I’m hormonal as hell. A moody bitch, what with the blood moon coming and now… what I wouldn’t give to have him laid in