His frustration was mounting. It was like that with her. Everything was heightened, every emotion intense. And her rejections were starting to feel like the Anu’s slicing tentacles. Especially when he’d thought they were building trust between them. A trust that he’d thought will eventually lead to other things in their relationship.
You fool Dage, she’s yours to protect nothing more, Dage told himself. He shook his head. He was tired of lying to himself. She was his. He didn’t mask her scent because that will help reduce her scent. No. He masked her because he was claiming her. He wanted her to wear his scent. And he loved touching her.
The body of the demon puffed into smoke behind him.
“Are you planning on running away from me again, Zaya?” he asked as he looked pointedly at her f
