Clara’s POV
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Perhaps I do.” His thumb dragged across my lower lip, feather-light but burning all the same. “Would that be so terrible?”
I should have been horrified. This man was an Alpha. Not just any Alpha, but a warlord feared across entire territories. The very one who had threatened to cut out my tongue not even two days ago. But right now, all I could think about was how his mouth would feel on mine. How warm. How deep. How consuming.
The bow slipped from my hands and hit the forest floor, forgotten. My body turned into his on instinct. “Yes,” I said, the word barely a whisper, even as I leaned closer. “It would be terrible.”
“Liar.” His fingers slid into my hair, cradling the back of my head with surprising tenderness. “Your heart is raci
