For a brief moment, Eli went completely still. I felt the rise of his chest as he took a deep breath.
“I wish things were different too, Ivy,” Eli murmured after a beat. “But they are not and you are my…Luna.”
“I am your…friend too,” I said, inhaling his warm scent as sleep started to lull my brain.
“I will try to make myself happy with that…” he said. “But now I need to let you go. Your scent…”
“I know…” I said, slowly moving away. “I smell gross…” Eli grabbed my hand to steady me and I blinked as he gazed down at me, his eyes darkening.
“No, it’s the opposite,” he hissed, his voice hoarse. “Your scent…it’s too strong and it’s…it’s doing things to me that it shouldn’t. I don’t know why you don’t have a mark on you…why I could feel it so strongly…but I need to let you go…”
I had no
