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A shiver crawled through me, but I clenched my jaw harder, refusing to let it show.
“But I can’t,” she added softly, tracing her hand down the side of my face. “Not the way you think. Witches can’t force emotions. That’s a werewolf thing-you guys use bonds, scent, instincts. You mess with each other’s heads all the time and call it fate.”
I frowned. “So you’re saying this is real? You and me?”
“I’m saying I don’t have the power to make you feel anything that isn’t already there,” she said simply. “If you think I’m tricking you, maybe it’s because you’re the one pretending.”
She leaned in, and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips.
Before I could react, the space shimmered.
Sapphire faded away like mist-and suddenly I was outside her cottage again, the sun just starting to droop behind the trees. The smell of cinnamon and smoke clung to my clothes.
My hand glittered where she’d held it.
She was gone.
But as usual, her words and her marks stayed.
-LIA’S POV-
I sat between my parents on the couch, the space suddenly too tight for how tense the air felt. Zane sat opposite to us, calm and collected, but I could feel the way his thumb tapped lightly against his knee. He was nervous too.
After all, this would be very difficult for them to understand.
I was only sixteen. About to be seventeen soon. They weren’t expecting this so soon.
And they would probably blame him for it.
I took a breath and reached for my mom’s hand.
There was no easy way to say it.
“Mom, Dad… I want to move in with Zane.”
Silence.
Dad blinked. Mom’s fingers curled slightly in mine, then loosened again.
“You… you what?” she asked quietly.
“I want to stay at his place,” I said. “With him. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I feel like I need to.”
They didn’t say anything. Just looked at me like I’d knocked the
I took a deep breath.
The hard bit was over, at least.
Even if I could tell I broke their hearts.
-LIA’S POV-
The duffel bag on my bed was already half full, but it still felt like I hadn’t packed anything important yet. Clothes, shoes, m? hair straightener-it all felt so useless when my chest was this heavy.
Zane sat cross-legged beside me, folding my hoodies like he lived here. Like he’d always been part of this room. And in some way, he had. From sneaking in through my window to late-night phone calls, he was stitched into every part of my life now. But still… this wasn’t easy.
My parents were in the kitchen, trying their best not to cry. I could hear the clink of mugs and the soft hum of Mom’s voice-probably asking Dad if he wanted tea again, even though he’d already said no.
I sighed and sat beside Zane, letting my head drop onto his shoulder.
He glanced down, his voice gentle. “Still feeling it?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “It’s like my body’s on fire one second and freezing the next.”
“It’ll pass in a couple days,” he said. “You’re still coming down from it. Your heat cycle wasn’t exactly normal.”
I smiled weakly. “Nothing about me is normal.” cry head. “I like that ab
He kissed the top of my head. “I like that about you.”
I stared at my open closet, my throat tightening. “They’re really sad. I can feel it. Dad looked like he was about to cry any. second.”
Zane wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. He didn’t say anything for a while. He just let me sit there, breathing him in. His scent had become so familiar, comforting, it felt like wrapping myself in a blanket.
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“I think they feel like I’m choosing you over them,” I said quietly. “They think it’s because they’re not my real parents. That I’m leaving them because we’re not actually related. They’re my parents, Zane.”
Zane tilted my chin up, so I was looking at him. “They are, love. And they always will be. You’re not leaving them. You’re doing this for them too. If they find out what you are, it won’t be good for them. The less they know, the safer they are. You know that, right?”
I nodded. “I know,” I said softly. “I know you’re right. But it doesn’t make this any easier.”
“I understand, my love. But know this: they’ll never stop loving you. You’re their daughter, Lia. You’re not abandoning them, we’ll keep visiting. And by doing this, you’re protecting them.”
I swallowed, trying not to cry. “Then why does it feel like I’m saying goodbye forever?”
“Because growing up sucks.” Zane smiled softly, wiping his, thumb under my eye. “But I’ll be with you every step of the way. You’re also feeling down because you’re in heat.”
I let out a breath and stood up again. “Okay. Come help me finish.”
He stood up as well, grinned, then walked towards the drawer I’d told him not to touch.
My eyes widened. It was my underwear drawer.
“Don’t you dare-“
Too late. He already had a red lacy one dangling from his finger. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
“Zane!”
“I didn’t know you owned these,” he said, wide-eyed, before slipping it on his head like a hat. “Queen Lia. Luna of Lace.”
I threw a pillow at him and burst out laughing. “You are an idiot.”
“An idiot who looks great in red.”
“You look ridiculous.”
“You’re just jealous I pull it off better than you do.”
I snorted, grabbing the bra back. “Give me that before walks in and dies of cardiac arrest. my mom
“Totally worth it. I’m not done yet.” He searched through the drawer, in spite of my objections, holding me back with one hand and grabbing one of my panties with the other. “Oh my goodness,” he grinned, narrowing his eyes at it.
“Zane,” I laughed, trying to grab it.
He raised it above his head, where I was unable to reach it.
“Black, silk. Sexy. Put it on, show me how it looks, Lia.”
“No,” I chuckled, shooting him a playful glare. “Give it back to me. Good doggy. Drop it.”
Zane cocked up an eyebrow, lowering the bra. “What did you call me?”
“Exactly what you are.”
Zane let out a growl and tackled me to the bed, making me squeal.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
“You’re about to find out,” he said dangerously, taking my wrists and pinning them on either side of me.
“Zane, my parents are downstairs,” I whispered.
“Woof,” he replied, before attacking my face with wet, sloppy kisses and licking it all over.
I laughed until my stomach hurt, writhing and squealing to get away from his mouth.
“Woof woof,” he said again, before pressing his lips against mine.
I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck as soon as he released them.
Zane pulled away a moment later, staring down at me with his clear blue eyes.
“Am I your favourite puppy in the world?”