Page 15 of Glass
“Damn.” I close the distance between us. “Where did you come from? Who’s your pack?”
“Uhm.”
“Where were you before you came here?” I demand, grabbing her at the hips when she sways, as if contemplating moving away from me. Her brown eyes are almost gold in the moonlight, and I can see uncertainty reflecting in them. I hate that she’s not blurting out everything there is to know about herself. I need to know where she came from, and I need to know how hard it’s going to be to keep her from wanting to go back.
“I came from South Dakota; I wasn’t with a pack there.” She swallows hard, and I hate that my first thought is that it means she might be lying. She seems too nervous about answering a simple question.
“What was in South Dakota?” If it was a man, I might have to leave Acadia solely to go out and kill anyone who ever tried to lay claim to my woman.
She tries to look away, but I use my grip on her hips to yank her flush against me. She stares up at me, eyes comically wide as her mouth gapes open.
“You’re my mate,” I growl out.
Her mouth moves a few times before she manages to get words out. “Iknow, but I didn’t come for you.” And I’m honestly only surviving right now by pretending it’s not affecting me that much.
I grind my teeth even though what I really want is to take a step backward, reeling from the slice of invisible pain that cuts through my chest. Logically, I know she didn’t come here for me, but the least she could do is acknowledge the bond without discounting it.
I don’t care why she’s here, all that matters is making sure she doesn’t go anywhere. I blow out a long breath in a pathetic attempt to calm the raging animal simmering just below the surface of my skin, desperate to break free. I wonder how angry she would be if I took her to one of the safe houses and locked us both in until she never discounts our bond again.
I’m fucking losing it.
“You didn’t come for me, but you’ll stay for me,” I tell her resolutely.
She opens her mouth, and I can practically hear the protest building on her tongue. Rather than waiting for her to discount me yet again, I don’t give her the chance to speak. I plant my mouth over hers and kiss the hell out of her. I’ve always known about the bond between mates from hearing about it from other shifters, but I never anticipated how it would feel.
The moment our lips meet, I feel as if I’ve been struck by lightning. A rush of energy flows through me, lighting me up with pure adrenaline. This woman ismine. And I’ll do anything to keep it that way.