Varion, The Alpha of the Herion pack, sat across from me, his hands folded neatly on the wooden table, pale blue eyes fixed on me as though he were weighing every word before I even spoke it. The sunlight danced across his handsome face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips, the way the light caught the gold flecks in his hair. I tried to focus, tried to remember that this man was a predator—a being capable of ripping me apart without hesitation—but my body betrayed me, and a strange, unwelcome pull tightened in my chest each time I looked at him.
A life for a life...
How on earth can you feel attracted to a man who is about to kill you, Veyra?
He leaned forward slightly, his voice smooth, controlled, like a blade pressed against silk. Shattering my though
