ing that he could twist to his advantage. To his surprise, the things that made Jewel Stone tremble had nothing to do with being pretty, popular, or wealthy. When he looked deep into her soul, Volcan could see that what she feared most was the unknown. A lack of knowledge to her was just as detrimental as a lack of food.
He waited a few minutes longer to make sure her mate was not going to return and then he slipped into her mind.
“Did you miss me?” he asked using Dalton’s voice.
“I’m not sure that I can miss someone that I don’t really know.” Her voice was cool and reserved.
“What has changed, Little Dove?”
Jewel stood once again in the study that Volcan, masquerading as Dalton, had created through the mental connection. She watched as Volcan moved towards her. He looked just as he
