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“Okay, okay,” I murmured, raising my hands and inching closer to her.

She nodded her head, and I moved until I was seated beside her.

“First, I’m sorry I bit you without your consent.That wasn’t right of me, but Demon, well, he never bothers to ask for permission,” I explained and rubbed my hand over my face again.

“Demon?”

“Jezebel, what do you know about Shifters?”

“Shifters?Like Shapeshifters?”she asked, eyebrows raised.

I nodded.

“Um, nothing.I mean, I thought they were just make believe.”

“I see.Well, they’re not.I mean, I am one.A Wolf Shifter, that is.”

“A Wolf Shifter?Like a Werewolf?”

“Sorta, but not really.I mean, it’s not like the movies.I don’t turn into a mindless half beast at the full moon or anything.Shifters are dual-natured creatures.”

“Dual natured?But he’s separate from you,” she said.

My mouth went dry.She understood.This tiny human actually fucking understood, and my chest heaved with emotion.

“It’s not always like that for Shifters.But for me, yeah.Demon is autonomous, but I swear Jezebel, neither he nor I would ever hurt you.”

“But he bit me,” she said carefully.

“He marked you.Claimed you as ours,” I murmured, watching carefully for her reaction.“That bite claimed you as our mate, Jezebel.”

“Oh,” she replied, dropping the sheet as she stared at me with those luminous blue eyes.

“You could say that,” I grinned, moving slowly, letting her see my intentions in case she wanted me to stop.But she didn’t, so I just kept on coming at her until I had her wrapped in my arms, sitting on my lap.

“I did say that, but Emmet, what exactly does it mean?”she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders to balance herself.

“It’s big, Angel,” I said, the growl in my throat softly building.

With one hand, she used her fingers to lightly trace the tattoo that curled up my chest and onto my throat, pressing down harder where the growl was stuck in my throat.

“Is that him?”she asked.

I nodded slowly, unable to speak.The profundity at what was happening had rendered me mute.But this woman was really something else.She was precious.Special.Perfect.

Mine.

Yes, mine, I answered Demon.

“So, I keep seeing Demon because he lives inside you,” she said.

“Sometimes we switch skins, and he is me,” I whispered back.

“H-has he been coming to the house?Watching me from the woods?”she asked.

I nodded again, faster this time.

“Why?”