Book 2: Don’t Touch Me

Felixe’s POV

I stilled, feeling her touch burn my skin even through the fleece jacket I wore. A shot of electric current shot up my body. How could that be possible? I turned slowly to face her, roughly extracting my arm from her grasp. It was getting difficult to restrain myself from slamming my mouth to hers if she touched me. Didn’t she realize it yet?

“I’m not answerable to you. If you escape, you know the consequences. Go to your room, Hera!” I knew she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. The door was locked, and I had the keys.

Not wanting to cave in, I whirled around abruptly and I walked away to my room. I didn’t want to tell her about my ordeals. My step-mother was still alive and keeping tabs on me. I sensed her presence in the house before finding Hera talking to her. What disturbed me was she knew about Hera. I just hoped she wouldn’t harm my relationship with my mate. I didn’t need her interference in my life anymore. After the fire