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“The wolf will be here for you,” she said so quietly that I almost didn’t catch it, “and he’ll be waiting for me.”
My mouth opened then closed in a panic when I realized that I’d been saying his name to myself while I snooped his faculty profile page. And he for sure heard me.
Sylvie, my soul hummed. I inhaled, twining her scent with her name, and tried to steady my mind into one train of coherent thought. “I owe you a debt, Sylvie. For helping me.” Her name felt right on my tongue.
She gifted me with one of her smiles, and if her grandmother weren’t there with her watchful eyes on me, I would have fallen to my knees. Or commanded that Sylvie get on hers. I’d take either.
It was like the grounding embrace of the forest, where I felt the most at peace.
I think you’ve put a spell on me. I miss you already.
His mouth tasted like whiskey and cigarettes,
I could watch you come all night.”
“You’ve let me in, Sylvie. Don’t be surprised when I see you as mine and only mine.”
“When you look at me the way you do, kiss me the way you do. You should know that I will always come back.”
“You’re too precious, too important. But do not think that I won’t rip someone’s throat out for touching you.”
“I am possessive by nature and do not make idle threats.
You give me more than enough by just being you.”
