Chapter Thirteen
Soleil
"I, uh..." I cleared my throat. "About what?"
I'm panicking. Him being close was already making me feel uneasy, and now he wanted to talk?
Ugh.
Quillon sighed heavily behind me. The hairs on my nape stood when a groan followed his sigh.
Damn. Why was he having this kind of effect on me?
'Maybe because you saw him--'
'Don't start with me, wolf!'
'Hmp. You asked!'
I growled inwardly. My wolf isn't helping at all. Now my head was filled with images of Quillon, standing in the middle of his tent, stroking his c**k--f*****g hell.
The image in my head was so filling!
"I wanted to apologize for--"
"There's nothing to apologize for!" I snapped, cutting off his words. "If that's what you wanted to talk about, then no talk for you--"
My words were cut off next w
