Maria.
I had completely lost my cool, the frantic rush of adrenaline shattering my composure entirely. I abruptly moved away from Davian, breaking his hold on me, and walked over to sit heavily on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap.
Is Noah in danger?
The terrifying question echoed relentlessly in the hollow silence of my mind. It didn't make any sense.
He couldn't simply be avoiding seeing or meeting up with me just because he felt Vincent had his eyes on him. Something far more sinister had to be happening behind the scenes, and the unknown was eating me alive.
"What's wrong, Maria?" Davian asked gently, his voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts as he walked over and sat down right beside me on the mattress.
The dark, overwhelming desire that had once clouded his face was gone, completely replaced by genuine, deep concern. He looked at me with a soft, worried intensity, his wolf's lust yielding entirely to his need to comfort me.
