“You should shift to heal faster,” Luca said, low and sharp.
Ice ran through me. They couldn’t know I couldn’t shift. I quickly pulled the pink shirt over my head. When I saw color instead of white, Luca’s worried eyes met mine.
“Don’t want to ruin these clothes,” I murmured.
He stepped closer, lifting my long white hair from my shoulders and smoothing it behind me.
“You don’t need to hide your scars from us, little wolf,” he said gently. Then he lifted his own shirt, showing his own scars.
I gasped at the long pink scar running down his side, along his muscles. His chest was strong, and the trail of curly hair leading into his pants made me blush. He dropped his shirt, winked, and took a deep breath.
“What did I tell you, Cassius? Scars are sexy,” he teased.
I laughed softly, reali
