I sighed in relief.
“Hey,” Miranda whispered, bringing me back from my conversation with my wolf. “Is it wrong for me to say that the Lycans are hot?”
A startled laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it.
“Miranda!” I hissed, glancing toward Kartein to make sure he hadn’t heard. He was still standing exactly where he’d been, looking politely at the trees like he was giving us privacy, but the tiniest upward curve of his mouth told me he’d definitely caught every word.
Miranda followed my gaze and grinned wider, completely shameless.
“What? It’s true! That one—” she tilted her head toward Kartein without even trying to be subtle “—looks like he walked straight out of one of those old romance novels we used to read when nobody was watching. Are all Lycans like that?”
I pressed
