Kazmiyah and Falcon rode in silence to the meeting place where they’d finally meet the infamous and mysterious Arctic pack.
Every other moment that passed, Falcon would chance a mesmerized glance at Kazmiyah simply to admire her beauty. He wanted badly to know what was on her mind.
It wasn’t until she looked at the reflection of the mirror that Kazmiyah saw Falcon eyeing her. “Shouldn’t you be watching the road?” She asked, her cerulean gaze still pointed out of the window as she spoke.
Falcon only glanced at the road again before turning his mismatched stare to her again. “You don’t make it easy for me, Miyah, but I’m sure you know that by now,”
Kazmiyah turned in her seat and sat back. “It's hard to not assume you feel the way you feel because we are mates. Al
