"Where have you been?"
"Out," she replied, working a ring from her finger and snapping the lid down on the jewelry box once it was snugly between velvet.
Before he could come up behind her, press his nose to her neck, and graze his teeth on her Pack mark, Hermione headed for the adjoining bathroom. The plush carpet of the hotel beneath her feet couldn't compare to the soft crush of damp earth beneath bare feet. But she would take hot coals over wearing her heels a moment longer.
The door shut behind her, she could hear the dull thuds of Fenrir's pacing on the other side, part protector and part possessor.
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