Her hand was still absently clasped around his horn. His fever was restrained by a ragged thread. “That was unbel—” Her fingers slipped across his horn when she let go, and he couldn’t hide the choked growl that escaped him. With a squeak of surprise, she tried to jump away, but despite all his best efforts, his hands shot out. They locked around her hips, holding her in place. “A moment…please,” he grated in a gravelly voice unnatural to his own ears.
