Chapter 120

Nix

My eyes snap open.

The pressure in my skull crescendos.

Something pulls.

Tugs.

There’s noise.

People moving. Speaking. Crying.

But my eyes roll back as the ache turns into something… good.

Really good.

I feel really good.

Tired.

Drugged?

Just good.

I nuzzle my cheek against my mate’s warm chest. And I inhale his scent of fresh mint.

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