HOPE'S POV
Kian didn’t move for a good five seconds. He just stood there, breathing hard, chest rising and falling like he needed to hold himself together.
Then he stepped closer.
His eyes dragged over me slowly, as if he was studying me, as if he was seeing me for the very first time. Something in him had shifted to alertness, and I could practically see it in his eyes. His wolf was awake, on the surface.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he said in a low, rough voice.
I kept my back against the door and tilted my chin. I wasn’t moving. Not an inch.
“And I don’t want to know,” I answered calmly. “All I know is that you’re not leaving this room until Priest Antioch gets back. That’s it. Anything else bothering you, you can sort out with yourself—just do me a favor a
