Knox froze mid-sentence, his nostrils flaring. “Hayden?” My breaths came quicker. Cáel muttered a curse. “Are you hurting, Little One?” I nodded, words escaping me. His fingers trailed lower, to the hem of my pajama pants that had magically appeared for me last night. “Aching?” The air caught in my throat. “Yes.” “Want me to ease it?” Cáel whispered hoarsely. “Please,” I begged.
