He was momentarily speechless, staring at her with conflict flickering in his green eyes.
“Do you love Maya?” she murmured again, her eyes fixed on his face, a mix of hope and fear in them, searching for an answer.
She needed to know. After what had just happened between them—the longing in his touch, the way his words had burned with desire for her—her heart and mind were left in a whirl of confusion. If he loved Maya, then what was that emotion he had shown her? She couldn’t be wrong. She had seen something close to love in his eyes.
But Killian remained silent. Isabella’s face fell, and she lowered her gaze, the truth settling in her chest. Perhaps what he felt for her was the pull of their mate bond. And she couldn’t blame him if he loved Maya while still desiring her.
But Killian
