Maisie
No matter how hard they tried to reach her, my Lycan refused to surface.
I swore she was toying with me.
Soren had shown up with a platter of food that I ignored and what followed was a blur of frustration. Heated arguments erupted between the four of them about what else they could try, speaking about my body like I wasn't a part of the conversation. Blood. Pain. Fear. Power exchange. Quinlan suggested biting me again. I flat-out refused.
Jericho did it anyway.
He sank his teeth into the curve of my shoulder without warning. I cried out and shoved him away, but it changed nothing. The fresh bite burned, the bond flared… and my Lycan still wouldn't surface.
We ran out of ideas and time.
In exactly two hours and forty six minutes, the Queen's guards arrived.
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