Chapter 101

Troy

Ever since Morella’s visit the previous day, I felt a little crack in my bond with Quinn. It wasn't too big yet, but it scared me. It would get worse if I did not attempt to heal the wound.

I had some hope that we could mend the crack by being intimate – not just physically, but mentally – and indulging in what I considered a taboo fantasy helped with that a bit, but it was not enough.

I didn't know if Quinn felt it, but I did. It was driving me insane. Like an itch I couldn't scratch.

The itch woke me several times during the night, and every time it happened, I woke my mate up just so we could have sex or to talk to her while we cuddled.

Yet, while I felt that little crack trying to heal throughout the night, it was back and bigger than ever when I woke the next morning.

Ignoring my throbbing bladder, I went straight for the walk-in, eager to look at the painting while Quinn was still asleep; I needed to know if our promises and vows to each other changed anything.

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