happening, but I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t face it alone. He stroked my hair and soothed my thoughts once more.
“We’re almost home , ” he said in a soft whisper.
I forced myself to be calm . I was being foolish and overreacting to something that was no doubt normal.
He held me in his arms on the sofa while I collected my thoughts and finally asked, “What happened?”
I searched his face for some easy answer.
“I’m not sure. You connected to my fire somehow. I haven’t experienced this before.”
His thumb traced my jawline before he nuzzled my neck. “I’ll keep you safe , Evelyn.”
He could tell no lies.
Twelve
Once I'd calmed and returned to some semblance of normalcy, Lysander wrapped his fingers tenderly under my jaw and held me firm, forcing me to look at him.
"Do you always hide from your problems , Evelyn?"
There was no hiding from the growl in his voice, no running from his touch. I set my jaw and glared at him.
"I was not hiding. I explained that I needed time and space."
His eyes narrowed.
"You jumped into bed with the witch ."
He spat the last word.
I wanted anger to bloom, to override my shame and guilt. It refused to form. The witch's words echoed in my mind, 'you really love him don't you?'.
"I'm scared , " I whispered.
His touch softened. "I am not used to... sharing."
"You're making some big assumptions,” I growled.
His hand fell away.
"Evelyn..." Exasperation trickled through the syllables.
I curled up, pulling my knees to my chest. I wasn't ready. I couldn't do it.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "What if I lose you?"
He tilted his head to one side, his brow furrowed.
"Life happens Evelyn, are you willing to risk never living?"
"Please understand , " I pleaded.
He opened his arms and gently pulled me to him, his head rested on top of mine. "I do not share , Evelyn, but I will give you time."
I sighed softly. Any other man would have been told to get out of my life for such pushing, but he knew my heart. He knew me like no other could. I settled into his embrace and tried to settle my distressed mind . I'd choose to fight an army of demons over falling in love. Every time. I knew where I stood with demons.
Memories of Christian mingled with the night before, and my levels of distress and frustration gathered once more. The sensation of fire burst from my chest and engulfed me. I was coated in invisible flames that flickered and danced along my skin. I could feel the motion, the burning heat, but there was nothing visible. Panic welled up within me. Once again , Lysander held me close and stroked my hair , whispering soothing words. I crawled into his lap, tears tumbling down my cheeks while I tried to come to terms with what was going on.
"You're ok , Evelyn, I'm here. Breathe."
Slowly the fire sensation slipped away , leaving me trembling and crying in Lysander's arms.
"What's happening to me?"
He kissed my forehead tenderly. "The bond is deepening, I can't tell you more than that. You won't come to any harm. I'm here. I'll always be here."
His fingers brushed away my tears and he kissed slowly down my jaw, whispering soothing, calming words between each kiss. I slowly relaxed and accepted his attentions. My breathing eased. It was just another part of the bond. I could deal with it.
I took a deep breath and said , "We need to set some boundaries and guidelines."
His thumb trailed along my jawline, his lips pursed, but he said nothing.
"I need time, and space. I'm not ready to dive into a relationship."
"I will not share Evelyn. Hounds are a very territorial species, it's not in my nature to share."
I sighed softly. "You're assuming I'm yours."
The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. "I'm not assuming anything."
His eyes glittered with amusement. I was beat and I knew it.
I cursed the bond under my breath before I stood and said, "Fine."
My phone buzzed with two texts; Quin