VALERIC frowned.
"No, that's not it. I just don't think you'll want to spend your heat with me. At least not when you are in your right mind."
Stella's laughter resounded across the entire room. "What are you talking about? I am in my right mind, and I wouldn't regret it."
"You're not yourself right now. How did you deal with it before?"
"Suppressants."
"Then you should take that. I don't want you to hate me again."
"You're crazy." She chortled and snatched the collar of his shirt. "Listen, I don't just like you. And why would I bother with suppressants when I have...you?" Her polished index finger poked his chest, and he lowered his gaze to her finger.
"Stella… If you don't stop us, then next time, I won't bother with myself. I'll kill him or anyone who dares to touch what's mine. Are you okay with this?"
