AMARA'S POV
I'd anticipated that answer from him. Then why'd it hit me like a ton of bricks, when I finally got it? Disappointment tugged at my insides when it registered in my mind.
“Angel, you're going to be here for a long, long time,” his velvety tone had a rich texture attached to it. The kind that slid over your skin, and left a surge of goosebumps in its wake. “Get used to it.” His voice had a tinge of authority spluttered all over it.
Rylan reached for a lose strand of my hair, and curled his fingers around it. Too stunned to react, under the influence of his heavy cologne, I allowed him have his way. My wolf yelped in sheer anticipation, at my resignation.
This was a one-off. It won't happen again. On that note, I snapped out of the near–trance his action had plunged me int
