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She expects little and is not easily offended. It makes pushing her away frustratingly hard.
“So…why are their parents still alive?” Koen asks. His leadership philosophy seems to be if inconvenient, why not dead?
The texture of fleece makes me wish there were enough traffic for me to walk into.
Okay but real
And I stop breathing. Because every single thing I glanced at, grazed, examined, eyed, or even considered when we were at the grocery store, every single thing I decided to walk past, every single thing I told myself I didn’t need—every single thing has somehow made it here, inside Koen’s house.
“Serena, the Alpha of Northwest pack is traditionally asked to honor a celibacy covenant. He’s forbidden by law to engage in any kind of intimate relationships—emotional or physical.”
“Right. Okay…if you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to scream, and someone who’s much less nice and patient than me will come out of the house—” “I can be fucking nice,” Koen says, coming to stand behind me. Most of my tension dissolves. “Not patient, though,” he adds. “She got that right.”
“Say it. After what?” I have to. Out loud. For the very first time. I have no choice but to make this real. “After I die.” The second the words are out, hanging heavy in the air between us, Koen…smiles. He bends further, and there isn’t a single trace of doubt on his face. He’s an immovable object and an unstoppable force. And he says, slowly, “If you think I’m going to let you die, Serena, you know fuck all.”
He easily resigned himself to a lifetime without her, but… Simply put, he is unwilling to contemplate a universe in which she no longer exists.
“People with degrees, too,” Layla adds shyly. “But it can be a charged word. I wouldn’t want to upset you.” “You aren’t,” I say. Very upset.
“Well.” Layla clears her throat. Longingly gazes at a wall calendar, probably wishing she could turn back time and become a graphic designer.
Should I get online and order a Taser?” He blinks. “You already own a knife. But let me reassure you that any Were in this pack who touches you without an express request from you is going to come into a windfall of pain. And then die.”
He sighs. Tightens his hold on me. “Such a fucking nuisance.” I wonder why it took me until this very moment to realize that it’s been his way of saying I love you all along.
