Different from Rebecca’s fire.
But no less consuming.
When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glassy.
I pressed my forehead to hers and whispered, “I’ll come back.”
“You better,” she whispered back, voice trembling. “Or I’ll find you.”
I smiled against her skin. “I don’t doubt it.”
Rebecca snorted behind us. “Damn right we will.”
I turned to both of them — my heart heavy, my chest full.
I’d never wanted to stay somewhere so badly. Never wanted to belong this much.
And never hated myself more for walking away.
“I’ll be back before sunrise,” I said, trying to sound confident. “You have my word.”
They didn’t look convinced.
And honestly, I wasn’t sure I believed myself either.
Because Rudolph was growling inside me — low, dangerous, restless.
‘We shouldn’t leave them.’
“I kno
