Killian drops his hand to his side. “What’s wrong with you?” I ask, rubbing my face. It doesn’t hurt at all, but it’s the principle. Dick. He seems—thrown. Like the growl took him by surprise, too. “Can I go now?” I ask. “No. Stay.” He raises his hand, slow and tentative, his forehead furrowed. He stares at me. My nerves sizzle. Then, with the lightest touch, he traces my jawline. Two rough fingers graze my cheek, his thumb caressing my neck. Shivers and tingles race through me, straightening my spine, seizing my lungs, curling my toes. My wolf purrs, low and languid, and rolls onto her back,
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