14Aedan sprawled on the couch in the living room, head tilted back, to the eye relaxed; but his muscles coiled underneath his skin, ready to spring into action at the first stimulus. We have to win her, he thought, remembering the scent of her skin, the way she had begun to respond to him before her wariness and memory had interrupted. Soren had had her all day—right up until the moment when he’d had to leave to deal with the Pride. And when Aedan had done what was needed; when he had gone to prevent Nina from fleeing, he had scared the poor woman.
Soren was also waiting, a few feet away; they had let Nina go into the bedroom she had taken for her own, making sure she didn’t take the opportunity to try and make her escape, and then they had both settled down to wait. “What exactly happene
