Kari woke with a start, her chest heaving. A jolt of panic gripped her, making her thrash in the bed before sitting upright, heart racing. Her hand flew to her chest, fingers splayed over her pounding heartbeat as she scanned the room, wild-eyed.
Then it hit her.
Evan.
Same as the night before. Same wave of panic. Same sense of something wrong.
She collapsed back against the pillow, dragging her hands over her face. She’d spent the entire day avoiding him. She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to see him, smell him, feel him because the mate bond refused to shut off. Even when she stuffed a towel under her bedroom door to block out his scent, it lingered. He lingered.
Apparently, it didn’t matter. The bond still pulsed with heat and fear and pain.
He needs us, Nova whined in her head.
