Her wolf spoke up for the first time since trying to fight Guinevere.
Aurelia: You're crying about your mother's necklace too.
Serena: I am. I know it's just a necklace.
Aurelia: And you're crying because that girl was mean, your mate told you to leave, and you just lost a best friend.
Serena: I sound like a crybaby.
She took a steadying breath.
Aurelia: Those sound like good reasons to me.
"I believe you, Dex."
His lips found hers in the softest press, a quiet apology and a promise all at once. The kiss tasted like salt from her tears and the clean chill of the waterfall.
"I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "Only you."
"I love you too, Dex."
His tongue entered her and the kiss deepened. The fear of almost losing her, the relief of having her back, and the raw need that had been burning since the day he met her.
He kissed her desperate and graceless, the kind of kiss that forgot technique and ran on instinct.
