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127 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 20, 2018


"So... last night, I learned that I didn't know my mother as well as I thought I did. Maybe I didn't know her at all. Not even her real name." Her voice thickens and she gazes at the mug her hands real hard. "But when she was that person I didn't know, she must have known people like you - the wolfkin - who weren't cursed. And if what Jonas told us is true, that means she upended her entire existence simply because she believed the wolfkin shouldn't be hunted or killed, and that you have the same right to live as the rest of us do. I didn't know that woman, but I knew the one that came after. The one she changed into. And that woman taught me so much."
Her voice thickens again and her eyes sheen with tears, and it's all I can do to keep where I am. Because I can see she's not done.
Swallowing hard, she continues, "One of the things she taught me is that people tend to fear what they don't understand. And that too may people are willing to write off entire groups of other people, simply because of a few bad ones. She taught me that fear and ignorance do a lot of damage to this world - and said that if people would just take the time to get to know each other, really know each other and see each other for who they are, instead of simply caving to fear... the world would be a lot better place. Unless that person is trying to hurt or kill you - that's the only time you shouldn't try to meet them halfway. So are you? Trying to hurt or kill me?"
Nothing could be further from what I want to do. "No," I tell her hoarsely.
She nods, like that's exactly what she already thought. "Then I want to see you as you are, so I can move past ignorance and fear..."
"Makena." His tone is hard and flat and halts me in my tracks. "You make sure to bring a real sharp knife out here when you're done drinking the tea."
What? I glance back, and my heart stops. Because he's looking at me - he's looking at me - and the harsh pain on his face matches the agony tearing through my chest.
"You bring a knife," he repeats with crushed gravel in his voice. "So that when you're done cutting off my nose, you can gouge out my eyes, so I'll never see your smile or the sun shining through your hair. Then you better start in on my ears, so I can't hear you laugh or that sound you make in your throat when I'm kissing you. And don't forget to slice out my tongue, so I can't taste your sweetness or tell you how damn amazing you are. Then you'll need to chop off my fingers - or better yet, just flay every inch of my skin - so I can't ever feel you against me again. Maybe after all that, it'll be easy to go."
My tears spill over, and I shake my head. "Ethan - "
Except he's not done. Stepping closer, he growls softly, "But it still wouldn't be. So you'd have to get to my brain, just scoop it out, because I damn well know there's no woman in the world for me but you, and that your scent doesn't have a fucking thing to do with it. And when you're finished with that..." He captures my hand, brings it to his chest, where a thundering beat pounds beneath my palm. "You make sure to carve out my heart, Makena. Because as long as it's beating, I will love you. I'll love you so much that leaving will always kill me."
