Chapter 583

• Amari turned her head and looked out the window so she wouldn’t look at him again. She wanted to be mad at him, but she couldn’t put all the blame on him as hard as she tried. Neither of them could smell anything at that point and she was the one to tell him to use his teeth. A shiver of heat traveled through her at that thought. If she could, she’d kill that jerk all over again for pouring the gas on her—it was his fault she was mated, or half-mated. She scowled at the glass, what did that even mean? Half mated. She was good and truly marked, but he wasn’t—what now?
• Her cat wasn’t any help right now, she was acting all weird like she was thrilled their mate had put his mark on her but at the same time, she was anxious and constantly prodding Amari to reciprocate and sink her teeth into his neck. She glanced over at him, more specifically at his neck, and for a brief second thought about her mouth against it. Clearing her throat, she looked out the windshield. “How are we going to do this?”
• “I’ll have to wait until I have eyes on,” he reached over and turned off the radio, “and hopefully they’re alone.”