Chapter 11 Vows And Venom

• Elena's Pov
• Andrew's thumbs were still pressed against my wet cheeks, warm and steady, but I could not reply to him. The question hung suspended between us, like smoke...*You still want this?*...as every person's eyes in the ballroom seemed to be boring into my back.
• My wolf responded, growling. My human didn’t like being trapped. Didn’t like the whispers, the laughter, the fact that the blonde girl in the third row was smirking at me from behind a raised hand. But she also felt *him*, the sensation of his touch, the sensation of his heart beating in time with mine.