Page 73 of Moon Claimed
My heart squeezed.Fuck.That’s why he told me. This was my fate, too, now. I couldn’t ever leave the valley. I squeezed my mug harder. Sascha could get in line. The fucker who bit me would die by my hand. Or claws.
Or he’d hurt at least. I wasn’t sure murder was my gig.
I can never leave this place.
My wolf answered,We love it here.
Except running was always my plan B. If the tribe discovered the truth and exiled me, then obviously it would hurt and suck, but I’d be able to leave the area.
Not anymore.
My wolf didn’t seem too worried.Guess we better not get caught.
I rubbed a hand over my face.
“It’s a lot to take in,” Sascha said.
“I can handle it.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “There doesn’t seem to be anything you don’t take in stride. I have a strong mate.”
Ugh.“I need to get to the manor.”
His musk smell faded. “You can’t take the day off to recover?”
“Good joke. Do you get days off?”
Sascha arched a brow. “Touché. When can you next meet?”
Never.Though I couldn’t deny the advantages of Luther lessons—even knowing Sascha would use the time to grow closer to me. “End of the week. Friday or Saturday.”
“Done. If you unblock my number again, I’ll contact you.”
I set my cup on the offensive saxophone. “I’ll consider it.”
Sascha took my hand. “Please be careful, little bird. Promise me.”
“I’ll promise myself. How about that?”
A hint of sadness stung my nostrils before Sascha directed his attention to the small table behind me. “Have you had time to play?”
I glanced back.The saxophone.“No.”
He released me. “Well, now you’re out here, you could.”
“Maybe.”Not happening.
Sascha didn’t follow me to the door.
I turned back, crossing my arms. “What?”
He regarded me in silence, and I couldn’t fail to notice itwasn’tawkward. I didn’t feel the need to fill in quiet moments with him.
“Could I hold you for a moment?” he asked, rubbing his jaw.
I skimmed over the tight bunching of his shoulders and the slight glaze to his honey eyes. He hadn’t slept all night, and to my memory, we had a biting and screwing meet left that he was trying to resist.
Wish he wouldn’t,my wolf hummed.