Chapter TWENTY-FIVE-JEZEBEL

The ride to the cabin was quick and quiet. I didn’t mind at all, glad to have the time to process what had just happened.

Emmet seemed to need the silence, too. For once, Demon was not growling.

I placed my hand on Emmet’s chest without thinking, just to see if my ears were playing tricks on me or if the hybrid Hellhound Wolf was indeed silent.

Emmet startled beneath my palm, and I felt bad, moving to pull away immediately. He was probably still riled up after that fight or battle or whatever it was called.

But before I could remove my hand, his slammed down over mine, keeping my palms flattened tight to his chest.

“Don’t,” he murmured, and my heart squeezed.

Don’t leave. Don’t stop touching him.

That was what he meant, and I loved him so much right then. I unbuckled my seat belt, sliding to the middle of the truck.

“What are you doing?” he asked, frowning.