My forehead bounced against the carriage window as we hit another rut in the road, jolting me from a half-doze. Through the glass, endless forests stretched in every direction, occasionally giving way to rolling meadows before the trees reclaimed dominance again.
We'd been traveling for hours, the carriage wheels eating away at the distance between Golden Moon Castle and wherever Landon was taking me. I stole a glance at the Lycan King seated opposite me, his massive frame somehow elegant despite being folded into the confined space.
He was reading some official document, his brow furrowed in concentration. The late afternoon sun filtering through the window caught in his crimson hair, setting it ablaze with golden highlights. It was like watching fire trapped in human form.
I shifted uncomfortably, wincing as my muscles protested the long hours of sitting. My movement drew his attention, those piercing gray eyes lifting to meet mine.
