“I got her, Mama.” “Xander,” she whispers, raising her eyes to mine, and I’m drawn inescapably into her silver-gray gaze. “You have to stop saying it like that.” I grin, ducking my head closer to hers. “Like what? Mama?” I rasp the word the way I know makes her knees weak. Her pupils blow wide, her mouth parting. Goddamn I want to kiss her.
