Cronan had slunk down in the corner, refusing to allow me to approach.
*Stop staring.*
The noise I made could only be described as a coo. A soft noise. Hopeful.
He growled in response, a deep thrum. Rejection.
I huffed, holding my knees to my chest. My body was hot and I felt . . . I felt so agitated. He’d touched me but only enough to leave me bothered. Frustrated. Why won’t he look at me? Accept me? We should be one.
“Who mates in a s**t hole like this?” It was Vincent.
He was oddly calm, seated there, eyes glued to me. Everybody was staring at me, I realized. All eyes on me except for the pair of green eyes I desperately wanted.
Another growl, this time a warning for Vincent. Cronan was a statue, his face in his hands, his breathing contr
