Marsai:
This had to be a joke. A bad one, at that. My wolf was urging me, practically begging, to go along with what he’d asked. Not with Zoe and Dessie’s cold stares boring into me. Maybe I would have if we were alone... but under their watchful eyes? Impossible.
For a split second, I briefly wondered why Dessie seemed to dislike me so much. Zoe probably had poisoned her mind against me. That was what she did best, after all. I didn’t even need to try to compete with that.
I suddenly felt Miles’ grip on my fingers tighten, pulling me back to the present. He gave me a soft pout and glanced around the room before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. I froze, a thrill running through me that I couldn’t ignore. Part of me wanted more, but I couldn’t tell him that.
“There’s
