Chapter Five
Kelan couldn’t suppress the low growl that escaped him at the scent of his mate. It seemed to fill his living quarters with the essence of wild spices and something else. He didn’t have a chance to discern the elusive fragrance before the female appeared from the cleansing unit wearing nothing more than a towel—and holding two very sharp knives. He frowned as he watched her move into a defensive stance. He did not want her to be afraid of him.
“I will not harm you,” Kelan began as he took a step toward Trisha, his hands raised up. “You may give me the knives.”
Trisha shook her head and took a slight step back and to the side. She didn’t want to give him a chance to corner her. “You can leave, and I’ll keep the knives,” she replied calmly as her dad’s training kicked in.
“T
