Chapter 81

“That’s what I said, do I need to repeat myself?” He snapped, doing the exact opposite of what he terribly wished to be doing at the moment.

Marisol’s brow furrowed in frustration, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You know we can hear each other’s thoughts and feelings now, right?” she settled, watching as Cedric plowed his hands through his hair.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Cedric,” she continued, her tone soft and lulling. “I can feel what you’re feeling. I know what you’re thinking.”

Cedric’s jaw pulled taut, his eyes darting away from hers as shame flooded his senses. He’d forgotten about the bond. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of anyone before. And the thought of Marisol hearing his darkest thoughts filled him with a sense of dread.

He couldn’t even form the words to defend himself. Every single cell of his body ached to fall into her arms and be back in that moment where they cared about nothing other than the other, but he