POV: Liam
The moment my lips met hers the rest of the room stopped existing. Not metaphorically, Actually, the argument, the map on the table, Isla and Maren and Jake and Dara, the Hollow Court and the coordinates and the dawn deadline, all of it simply ceased to occupy any part of my awareness. There was only this. Her face under my hand. The warmth of her. The way she went very still for exactly one second and then kissed me back.
My wolf went incandescent.
Not the agitated, pacing, demanding energy he had been running on for six days. Something completely different. The deep, blazing satisfaction of an animal that had been trying to communicate one thing repeatedly and had finally been understood. He went bright and then he went quiet, the way a fire went quiet when it found enough f
