Chapter Twelve
“As a warrior, you’re taught to be ready for everything and anything. But, in war, there are some things you simply can never prepare yourself for. The same is true for everyday life.” ~Decebel
Maxim jerked back to full awareness, his chest heaving. Being in Alice’s mind had felt so real, but now he was once again alone in the small bedroom the pack had provided. Away from her.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, his emotions churning violently. She cared for the vampire. He’d felt her affection and attraction as tangibly as if they were his own emotions. Even secondhand, that intimacy with another male scored his soul like claws.
A snarl tore from Maxim’s throat, and his fist slammed into the wall before he could check himself. Pain reverberated up his arm, but it barely
