BellaTheorone was a beast. I kept reminding myself that as I walked back to my chambers after my encounter with him. He was a beast whom I couldn't mess with. And even if I was daring to mess with him, I needed to be extremely careful around it—around him, around the power that clung to his very presence like a shadow that refused to loosen its grip.“Have you thought through what you told him?" A voice whispered in my head, low and intrusive, like it had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I wondered whether it was my wolf, but recalling that my wolf always recedes back each time I shifted, I knew that she had gone back to sleep—silent, distant, unreachable. So it could only be my own voice in my head that was asking me, questioning me, judging me."Of course I have thought what I told him through,” I told myself, almost defensively, as I recalled how Theorone had left me at the rooftop in anger. The memory clung stubbornly, replaying in fragments—the tension in his jaw,
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