MADDOX
Goddess, if looks could kill, Ronan would already be ash under Caius’s stare.
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, fighting the smirk tugging at my mouth. The scene is so deliciously tense I could bottle it—Kaia naked, asleep, and flushed in Ronan’s bed, Ronan sitting up like he’s already halfway to shifting, and Caius looking like he’s about to rip someone’s throat out.
Ronan's of course. I can't fathom how someone will just wake up one day and have a death wish. Literally. Because a part of me wants to rip his throat out too. Don't judge duh.
Behind this carefree smirk, I'm fuming.
Because, both of them—Caius with his possessive streak and Ronan with his silent brooding—got to touch her before I did. My wolf claws at me with envy. But hell if I’ll show that. I might as
