LUCAS’S POV
I couldn’t stop taunting her.
Something about the way she stood there, trapped between me and the bed, eyes wide and lips parted, made me want to push. To see how far I could go before she broke or fought back.
“Nothing to say?” I leaned closer. “That’s unusual for you. You always have so much to say. Especially when you’re yelling at me about my behavior.”
She still didn’t respond, just stared up at me with those hazel eyes.
My wolf stirred, pleased by her stillness. By the way she was caught between fear and something else. Something that made her breathing quicken and her pupils dilate.
When I came in earlier I’d seen her sleeping but had to mask it up when I came back with Byron. Found her curled in my chair, her head tilted at an angle that would have given her a sor
