Edin looked back to bare his teeth at me, and I almost smiled. “Alright, fine. Not old scratch. How about just scratch? You mind if I call you that?” He shot me a wolfish grin. “You can call me whatever you want, human.” His voice was a low rumble, somehow intensely intimate. My breath caught, and I felt my throat bob as I swallowed. I saw his big eyes track the movement before he turned to face forward again.
