My mouth dries.
Blake’s gaze pins me to the spot, while Callum’s thick arm holds me against his chest.
I’m not used to being so close to a male. Back at the palace, I had to dance, and smile, and sweet-talk nobles at social gatherings. If any of them had held me like this, they would have been executed. This is not appropriate. And it’s certainly not the way I wanted to meet the male that Callum said is the most dangerous wolf in the Northlands.
But it is the strange heat pulsing beneath my skin that finally makes me try to shuffle out of Callum’s grasp.
“Behave,” growls Callum, and I stiffen.
He has not used this tone on me before, and panic surges through me. Have I misjudged this male?
But then I remember he was going to tell Blake I was his prisoner. I do not see how that can wor
