Chapter Twenty-Three
Terac jerked awake when he heard the low, menacing growl. He froze as he instinctively pulled Trisha’s smaller body closer to his protectively. Jaron was staring at the entrance to their small platform. Terac’s eyes swung to the small, narrow entrance, as well. Twin gold flames burned with hatred as it returned his stare. The growl sounded deeper, more dangerous as Terac pulled Trisha’s sleepy form up and back from the heated breath and sharp teeth.
“Wh-what?” Trisha mumbled in a confused, sleepy voice.
She had been dreaming of Kelan. In the dream, he came for her, holding her tight against his hard body. She remembered running her hands up and over his broad chest and tangling her fingers in his long, black hair. They were just getting to the good part when she was
