“Dammit!” said Heather, jumping to her feet. She took a few steps in front of her, heedless of whether she would run into anything or fall into a lake.
“Do you really think I could see if we completed the Blood Rites?” she asked.
Kale rose and went to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I’m certain of it.”
A breath of wind washed over the couple, but she ignored it.
“Then do it,” she said quickly. “Bite me, scratch me, make me your chew toy if that’s what it takes. I want to see, Kale. I want to see you.”
Heather felt Kale tense as he practically snarled and lunged at her, but she could tell he kept himself in check. Instead, he sat back down and pulled her into his lap. She heard him draw in a huge breath. Then she felt his lips on her neck.
“Wait!” she said hurriedly.
