Zavren's face shifted into a frown as he felt her body tense—an edge of fear still lingering in the air. He caught the faintest scent of it.
The horse began to move.
Ariana's eyes remained wide in horror as the rain trailed down her lashes, dripping to her nose, lips, and chin. She just stared straight ahead until she heard his voice.
"This…Vrazen will use all means to test Eltones and provoke me into striking first. He hasn't forgotten the war. That drive was no werewolf, sweetheart," she heard him say, and her eyes widened.
"And trust me—I don't do anything without a reason. I will definitely fucking kill anyone who poses a threat to my wife," he added.
Her body tingled at his words. He was trying to protect her and…
The way the word wife rolled off his tongue—it sounded wickedly sweet through the rain.
Her heart thudded softly at how her back was pressed to his Knowing Zavren, whatever it was that had happened would be wiped out by tomorrow—without a trace.
