Beatrice's POV"Cedrick." His name left my mouth before I could stop it. My hand found his wrist and held on.He looked down at my fingers on his skin. His jaw was tight, and his wolf was burning behind his eyes, gold and restless, but his body stayed still. He didn't move toward me and he didn't pull away."You're not in your right mind," he said.He was right. The drug was still in my blood, softening every edge, dissolving every wall I'd spent three years building. My thoughts moved like water, slow and shapeless, and the only thing I could feel clearly was his pulse under my fingertips and the heat of his skin and my wolf reaching for his wolf with a need so deep it bypassed my brain entirely."Stay," I said."Beatrice.""Stay."I pulled his hand toward me and pressed it against my cheek, and his thumb moved across my cheekbone the way it had in the carriage three years ago, wiping away tears that weren't there this time. His touch was gentle, so gentle it made my chest ache, and
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