Maisie
The words sank in like stones.
Consummation.
They were going to force me to choose one of them right now. The one I supposedly felt the strongest pull toward.
Pull?
All I felt was this helpless anger festering inside me. A part of me wondered if I could reject it, then I recalled rejections weren't a thing with Lycan bonds, and if they were holding the priestess by claw point, what I wanted was no longer on the table.
I had to pick.
I knew who the first one should be without thinking about it, and it had nothing to do with the strongest pull. It was that when I thought about his face and wanted to smash it in the hardest. I felt the fiercest anger when I thought about him.
And from the stupid, smug look on his face, Soren knew it was him.
I wanted nothing more than to slug it off. For a moment, my anger boiled to a critical point as I considered choosing someone else, but I had never been someone who cut her nose to spite her face.
