"So, you like me?"
My stomach dropped.
No, not dropped—plummeted.
Heat rushed under my skin, hot and humiliating, and for a moment I thought my knees might betray me.
He had been listening! I didn't expect he'd be listening over some nonsense… why would he? Was he that bored?
His senses far outstripped mine or anyone else's. I should have expected it. After all, he wasn't just any wolf. He was Rion Morrigan, Alpha of the Undercity. The wolf whose shadows could blot out a city street in the blink of an eye. The Alpha whose power no one had measured and no one dared to.
And apparently, he had chosen me to toy with tonight.
I forced my mouth into something resembling calm. "I didn't want to dishearten the child. He obviously looks up to you. Don't give any meaning to it."
The edge of his mouth curled in something that wasn't quite a smile. His eyes glinted behind the mask, sharp and knowing, and his voice cut through the music like a secret only I was meant to hear.
