He crossed to her and took her hands. "We need to leave. Right now. Before the frenzy affects you and takes hold properly, we need to get you somewhere enclosed and away from—"
Wish leaned in slowly.
Her lips found his ear.
"Storm-kitty," she said, her voice dropping to something low and unhurried that she barely recognized as her own, "I am afraid you are a little late."
She licked his earlobe. Slow. Deliberate.
His whole body shuddered. A visible, uncontrolled thing that ran through him from the point of contact downward, his hands tightening around hers involuntarily.
In the back of her skull, her brain was screaming at full volume. This is not you, you are not in your right mind, get yourself together right now, Wish, listen to me—
Her beast turned its back on that entirely.
