Shifted Fate (Amy) novel Chapter 505

I froze. There is no way. He had to be gone. I slowly spin to look towards my bed. There, waiting patiently in the dark, was Rowan.

I groaned and spun away. Water was still dripping down my skin, and now he was here. Sounds about right. “Why are you here, Rowan?”

“I would love to tell you, Rabbit, but I can’t think with you standing in front of me in a towel.” I heard him move and felt the air behind my back shift. He was standing behind me, and I heard him draw in a breath. “I can’t smell you at all now.” His mouth sent tiny puffs of air against my neck, sending shivers down my back. “I don’t like it. Even with the fake scent, it was something I had grown to love, grown to expect, but this…I hate this.”

I stared at the far wall. His words were soft, alluring, but the pain was still so fresh. He sniffed me again and let out a soft growl. I took a step away. “I’ll go get dressed.” My voice was deadpan, and I felt Rowan drop his head to my shoulder, causing me to stiffen. Shocks rippled down my skin. It had been so long since I felt his touch that it seemed like my skin craved his. I closed my eyes and felt the dancing sparks along my skin. My body was greedy for his touch. It was like the simple act of his head against my shoulder electrified my entire body. I wanted to moan.

“Please don’t hate me. I don’t think I can survive if you hate me again.” His words were tiny blows to my defence.

I forced a laugh. “Let’s not play pretend here, Rowan. You didn’t even notice.” I stepped away, the sparks fading on my skin as I went to the closet and pulled on some clothes. I heard a faint knock as I was collecting myself, and then nothing but silence. I walked back out, expecting to see Cass, but she was nowhere to be seen and Rowan was sitting at the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees. His head hung down, but I knew he was tracking me. “Where is Cass?” I looked towards the door, but I could even scent her.

Rowan looked up, and his eyes had me taking a step back. The need, the hunger in his gaze was raw, and fully on display. “I asked her to leave.”

I felt my anger rise. “Why?” He had no right. My voice is obviously full of my agitation. “Who do you think you are-”

“Your mate.” His words were whisper was low. If I hadn’t been watching his lips, I would have never caught it.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I stumbled back a step.