“That was Arowyn and Nox. You have nothing to worry about.” Recognition lit in his eyes at the names. “I didn’t realize Nox was so…pretty,” he said grudgingly. “Not my type,” I said with a wink. “I prefer my men tortured and brooding. And with tails,” I added, then tapped my lip. “Which Nox might have, actually.” With his hands at my waist, Leo pulled me closer. “You’re incorrigible.” “And I have a feeling that’s your type.”
