Chapter 63

I wake slowly, struggling to open my eyes. The sun streaming in through the open windows pushes against my eyelids, and a fresh breeze cools my sweaty body. The air is quiet and clean.

Finally managing to drag my lids apart, I turn my head to look at Kane, surprised to see he’s asleep. There are hundreds of witches right on our doorstep, and he…

I blush and burn with shame when I remember my meltdown. I showed him my inside, revealed my vulnerabilities. I humiliated and weakened myself before him. Something I’ve never done. I try to roll off the bed, but Kane’s hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. “Where are you going?” he asks without opening his eyes.

“To pee,” I snap. “Is that okay with you?”

Groaning softly, he sits upright and looks at me. There are deep, black circles under his puffy eyes, and he’s paler than usual. “Don’t do that, Willow.”

“Don’t do what? Pee?”

“Be ashamed because you…bared your soul. It’s all right. That’s how it should be. I’m your mate…you can trust me.”