Cronan’s POV
Purring.
Like a hum but . . . different somehow.
More content.
Violet wasn’t resisting me at all, didn’t attempt to spend her time downstairs with family. After I’d “left” for the night, she’d excused herself to her bedroom almost immediately. She’d locked the door after herself and, warily, I’d tried to break through the wall that was up on her mind. My link was somehow shielding her thoughts from me and I wasn’t sure how or if she even knew she was doing it. Her eyes were purple, not gold, but her expression was eerily calm and when she’d curled up under the covers with me, pressing her body to mine, head resting on my chest, she’d started making this noise and it was oddly soothing.
Definitely a purr.
And she’d had the audacity to call me a
