Kairos is pacing inside Darien, growling. "Touch her. Hold her. She's ours. She's right there."
For once since they've met Heidi, Darien actually wants to listen to Kairos. He growls, eyes squinted and fixated on Heidi. It's the kind of sound that says I'm about to make a point, and you're not going to like how I do it.
Bet she gets the message because she sucks in breath and staggers backward in bed. The air thickens between them, making the tension so palpable, it can be smelled from miles away.
"You think I'm the enemy?" His voice is quiet, but the quiet is worse than shouting.
She swallows hard, eyes darting anywhere but his face. "You…" She stops, then starts again. "You act like…"
"Like I'm the master?" he cuts in, taking a slow step forward.
Her spine presses against the headboard. "You are not my master."
The corner of his mouth lifts in a wry smirk. "Oh, little wolf," he murmurs, "I think the bond disagrees."
