#Chapter 85: The Bath

Agnes My hands trembled as I spread peanut butter and strawberry jam across two slices of plain white bread, the smooth, sticky pink surface of the jam gleaming under the kitchen lights. I tried my best just to focus on making the sandwich and nothing else, but the butter knife kept clinking against the counter, betraying the slight shake in my grip. I could still feel Elijah’s lips on mine, his hands digging into my waist. It felt as if he had burned holes through the fabric of my clothes with his fingers. What was that between us? The air had felt like it was full of embers, and it was as if our bodies had been drawn together by invisible ropes, tying us together and forcing us to kiss. For a moment, just a moment, I let myself wonder… was that a manifestation, somehow, of the mate bond we would have shared if my wolf hadn’t gone away? Was that a sliver of my wolf slipping out, just as it had when I’d fought those rogues? No. It couldn’t be. My wolf was