Chapter 92
Cameron
I pull Lenora by the hand toward where our SUV is parked outside the rundown cabin. The place is barely habitable, but right now I don't care about that. My blood is still pumping too fast from what just happened.
"I'm sorry, I was just so angry—" she starts, but I don't let her finish.
I kiss her, hard, pushing her back against the SUV with a thud.
It doesn't even take a second for her to kiss me back, her fingers fisting in my shirt like she wants to pull me even closer.
What do you do when you watch your mate walk with blood on her, dragging a mangled man behind her like he's nothing?
Most people would be terrified.
Me?
Apparently I get so turned on I can't think straight.
Lenora is always beautiful, my other half but right now she looks like she was carved out of vengeance and dipped in an aphrodisiac.
