Una
The morning sunlight hurts my eyes as I try to open them, head fuzzy from all the champagne. Sitting up I touch my swollen lips and smile remembering Cormac’s kisses.
He fills my head, my every thought as I shower and get dressed into something comfortable for the day. My heart begins to feel heavy as I realise I have to go down and face Kier, now that I am clear of the champagne haze that conversation I overheard with Bea is really beginning to bother me.
I would doubt myself and call me crazy for thinking they were really talking about killing a wolf and sounding like he was a part of Cormac or something. Except, well, why then have I had the realest of real dreams about a huge brown wolf who I know is connected to Cormac. That is just too much of a coincidence something is very
