Chapter Twenty-Five
“And if I reject you?”
“It would hurt, but your life would be a lot easier.”
Turning around, I looked up at him. “How do I know that you are what you say you are? That you and Talon didn’t create some kind of elaborate joke at my expense.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, and I have the feeling that he wouldn’t either. Nevie, I could never hurt you.”
“You say that, but you don’t know me.”
“My wolf does,” he growled, his eyes flashing. I took a step back, my bottom hitting the kitchen counter as glowing eyes looked down at me. Eyes that I’d seen before in the darkness of my dreams. “He comes to you at night. He has since we first saw you.”
“How?”
“A gift for saving a witch.” He answered, stepping closer to me. His hands moved to the counter, caging me in. My heart
