Valka
Tug.
Tug.
Tug.
I toss in the soft mattress, groaning inwardly at the pull from the bond, demanding I get out of bed, find Lucien and make myself at home in his bed instead. I shut my eyes, grumbling. It was never like this with Rafe. The bond is a living thing tonight--pulling, needy, insolent--like Lucien has taken on a voice that lives in my head and won't shut up.
Shutting my eyes and hoping to catch some good sleep for the first time in days only makes that string curl tighter and I throw the covers off like a woman lit on fire. Snatching the robe from the stand, I wrap it around myself and storm from the room.
I'm only going to check if he's alright.
It's nothing special. Not a big fucking deal. A quick peek, that's all.
