“You’re in heat.” “No, I’m not. Heat hurts.” His eyes crinkle in sadness. “No, baby. It doesn’t.” But I’m nodding. “Yes, it does. It’s the most awful pain you’ll ever feel.” My eyes brim with tears. I tug my hand from his and wander back to my nest. I don’t want to think about it. The memory of the blackberry patch pierces the muzzy languor in my brain, and I don’t want to go back to reality. I want this. Even if it’s foolish. Even if I shouldn’t. I expect Killian to follow like he has been, but he stays at the window, although his eyes track me. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says.

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