Shayne’s irritating smile was full and glowing like the sun. “Careful, Cress. You’re going to make her your forever mate at this rate. You’re dabbling in things you’re not good at.” “I’m good at everything,” Cress objected. “You’re dreadful at romance. You’re like a crossbeast blazing through a twig forest. You leave a mess.” “That is not true.” Shayne snorted a laugh. “Well, hurry it up then before you enter the territorial stage. If you can’t shake this, you might start ripping other males apart for standing too close to her, and no one wants to see you go through that embarrassment.”
