Something flickered across Theron's face. His wolf surfaced behind his eyes for half a second, a flash of amber that was gone before it fully formed. He reached for my arm. "Sera, don't be so petty. I was just helping her out. My love belongs only to you."
I wrenched my arm free.
"Don't touch me. You're filthy."
The words left my mouth and the mating mark on my neck went cold. Not warm, not burning. Cold. Like the bond itself had heard me and flinched.
I turned my back on him and walked down the hallway toward the room that had once been ours. My footsteps were steady. My spine was straight. My wolf walked with me, step for step, rising slowly from wherever she had hidden, pressing against the inside of my ribs like she was reminding me she was still there. Still mine. Still breathing.
Behind me, the mingled scent of scorched iron and cloying honeysuckle hung in the air like something rotting.
I did not look back.
I shook off his hand and walked toward my den chamber like a dead woman walking.
He didn't follow. Behind me, I heard Corvina coaxing him: "Theron, go check on her, please. I'd hate for her to be upset because of me."