Lucia
“Or, I could get one of the women to come help. Your call.”
Lucia’s breath hitched in her throat. The offer was a test, a dare, and a strange comfort all at once.
“Did you know? In the Blackwood Pack,” he continued, voice low, “washing a mate is the first step to claiming them.”
The light in the room was dim, and the reflective quality of his gold eyes was catching the remaining light, the gleam making him look more like a predator than ever.
Her pulse stuttered, face flushing a deep red. “What? I’m not—”
Ragnar chuckled. “I know, I know, stop shaking like a rabbit. You’re making me hungry.”
A rabbit?! This arrogant mutt!
She walked forward until she was just in front of him, frowning and indignant about being compared to a rabbit. “Move, and stop teasing me, I’m tired.”
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