NIA’S POV
Behind Ian was a lean and wiry-built guy in his mid-twenties with brown hair in a mullet fade. He wore leather jerkins and trousers which utterly failed at the badboy image. Once his onyx eyes landed on me, they remained fixed.
“Hi.” He waved to me and wiggled his brows before greeting Tienna. “Hey, saucy girl!”
Giving him a faint smile, I muttered the same word. “Hi.”
He gave me the creeps. I shifted uncomfortably on the yellow camelback couch and darted my attention to Ian.
“A group of rogue wolves are camping by the river,” Ian informed us while unstrapping his black helmet and removing it from his head.
Tienna was on the couch with me, and we exchanged a questioning look at each other before shifting it to him. She jumped up and strolled over to her man. I raised my b
