I took a step away, releasing a silent sigh. That was too close. I swallowed a lump in my throat. She’s not Azlin. I told myself. She’s… she’s not.
I wanted to howl. I wanted to let loose this cathartic cry, and with it, my problems would hopefully dwindle. But I held it in. I did not want Hunter to hear me. To get a sense of my feelings. Because, even though, I told him he would feel my fangs—which wasn’t completely a lie—I knew that if the time ever came, I would hesitate.
