"What is this?" Forrest murmured, shock etching lines on his handsome face.
"It's fine," she smiled, caressing his cheek, "We can touch. You are not going to hurt me, and I am not leaving you alone there."
"This— isn't real—" He shook his head, closing his eyes. It could have been Ximena or her brother playing ugly tricks on him.
"Not real, huh?" He heard the familiar irritated tone of his mate.
Still kneeling next to him, Elene took his face in her hands and crashed her lips over his before he could do anything about it. The eitr inside him stirred, seeking her as much as every other part of his body.
Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, demanding that he reciprocate, but fear held him back, paralysing his every instinct. His mind swirled with doubts, driving him crazy.
