CI

While folding laundry, Lyla sensed the link chime like soft bells. The sensation was a fair deal calmer than the inferno she'd felt over the last hour. Kieran had been exceptionally angry, Lyla was relieved he'd gone and that the rage was not directed towards her.

And then she'd worried something was terribly wrong. Misgivings came with the manipulation of the pair-bond. Worse was the doubt. Lyla never did know just what stirred him up, and they both knew he'd remain mute to her questions. He never told her anything about how his time was spent tormenting Nyoka… as if she'd forget what he was.

A warm hand slid down her flank. "You are thinking of me."

Lyla jumped under the unexpected contact, yelping as her heart leapt into her throat. Since she'd bitten him, he had taken to sneaking up on her, lingering in the shadows... watching her. It was always unsettling, Lyla unsure if he'd been doing so all along.

Now, the link was open—he could not hide from her.