Jewel began to turn slowly until she was finally facing him. She raised her head until her eyes met pale blue eyes the color of ice and just as cold. The first thing she noticed was that the markings that had shown up on his neck when they’d come in contact were still there. Again, she didn’t understand what it meant. The second thing she noticed was that the man before her wasn’t the man she’d left standing in the room that Volcan had ripped her from. The man before her was dark, angry, and empty. She so badly wished she could see inside his mind to know what he was thinking as he looked at her.
“Hey,” Jewel whispered, not really knowing what else to say.
Dalton stood staring at her with an intensity that made her feel as though he could still see into her mind. She wished she could rea
