I was happening again but this time, it was different. I could feel my mate slipping away from me for the second time in the less than one month since we mated.
It was different this time. The last time, I had been catching glimpses of her feelings. They had been wired to me like I was the one feeling them. Her fear and anger. Her frustration and guilt. I had felt them before she ran off.
This time, I wasn’t feeling them as much as I was seeing them.
“What do you think of lies?” She asked.
We were discussing turn on and offs. When she first asked, I had replied with;
“Everything about you is a turn on. Anything outside you would be a turnoff.”
Simple. To the point. I thought it would end there but she had proceeded with:
“If I killed someone would that be a turn on?” With
