“If you wanted the kill, you should have told me earlier. Next time you hunt with me, you can have it. I’ll make sure of it.” Will’s lips part slightly, the faintest crack in his unreadable expression. This close, Julien can see a freckle just inside the soft pink curve of his lower lip. Its movement is mesmerizing as Will speaks. “I don’t care about the kill. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
