CHAPTER 156 War of Self

　　~ CARA ~

　　My mind felt as if it was being torn down the middle. Or was it my soul?

　　There were two Caras, two hearts, two sets of feelings, two intentions. Body versus mind.

　　When Rig flipped me onto my back the animal came forward—aggressive, feral, afraid, fighting for life. But my soul knew him.

　　Rig wouldn’t hurt me.

　　My heart wanted him—wanted to pull him close and keep him closer.

　　One moment my eyes saw my husband, the male I wanted to embrace, to taste, to hold me. The next he was a dog. Danger. I wanted to fight.

　　I felt like I was going insane.

　　I couldn’t keep it straight in my head—and felt as if my mind didn’t rule my body. My limbs moved of their own according, answering a primal instinct that needed no thought, no rationale.

　　Something wild and eminently confident curled in my chest, begging for release. But when I gave over to it, it wiped my mind—I became nothing but senses and desire.

　　When I wrestled it back, fear returned, but with it logic.