I watched Seraphine’s silver eyes flicker with a thousand emotions as she lay in my bed, wrapped only in a sheet and my scent. The bruises on her face were already fading to yellow, but the sight of them still made my wolf rage. Someone had dared put hands on her. On what was becoming mine.
She tried to sit up again after drinking the water and winced hard, clutching her side. Broken ribs. The pain had to be brutal.
“Stay down,” I ordered, moving closer.
She glared but obeyed. Smart girl.
The tension in the room had thickened since I fed her. Her scent had changed, pain mixed with reluctant arousal. My body responded instantly. I wanted her. Not just answers about Eden. Not just revenge. Her.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re hurting more than you let on.”
“I’m fine.”
“Stop pret
