#Chapter 143 Savor

Grace I opened my eyes what seemed like hours later, alone, and frowned, sitting up just as Charles came back into the room, naked, half hard, with two cups and a pitcher. He smiled and crossed the room before offering me a cup full of water. I set the cup aside and pulled him down to sit beside me. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Something on your mind." I hesitated, not sure how to phrase it, until he smiled at me. "You're thinking too hard." "How is it that you can always tell when I'm... off?" "The stars align and reveal an anxious symbol in the center of your forehead." My hand went to my forehead, and he snickered, pulling my hand away. "It was a joke. Your whole aura changes, is all. What's on your mind?" "Is that a witch thing?" He wiggled his hand. "Half and half. Being half-witch helps me suss out people's intentions, but it is mostly lycan instinct when it comes to you." He leaned close and nipped at my shoulder. "You smell different when you're anxious when you're wa