Kiana
With a groan, Troy raked his hand through my hair and kissed me deeply. “Say it again, Kiana. I need to hear it again. I need to know that you remember me.”
“I remember you. I love you. I’ve been an i***t for being too scared to tell you. I don’t even know if this counts as telling you. What if you’re just something else weird that my mind has made up?”
“I am definitely here,” he chuckled. “Four witches are basically streaming my conscious through the mating bond, so my body is still there. Your wolf is here. I don’t know why you can’t feel her.”
The absence of my wolf reminded me of how dire this situation was. I turned my head and studied the scene. My mother stood in the living room, fury on her face. I couldn’t believe she was here. That I could finally remember her.
And tha
