(Amaia)
Alnitak has cracked the code to this. He has figured out that somehow I am unable to speak about the mate bond I share with them.
So I stay perfectly still watching a very bewildered Mintaka. The moonlight casually slips inside from their window, illuminating him and his melted ruby-infused hair.
A greed has descended in Mintaka's eyes, with a newfound truth.
Alnitak's lips continue to sinfully graze the skin of my neck.
"See. I think something holds her back. Something that prevents us from scenting her," Alnitak seductively whispers against my skin.
It's like sitting inside a warm oven. The heat that seeps from his body combines with the one my own produces, under his touch and Mintaka's gaze. With
addition of the pain of the curse that makes me hiss.
