“Sorry,” he murmurs, low, quiet, gesturing for her to go first.
Siena grits her teeth. She really needs to get a grip. There he is, looking so calm and unaffected, while she’s struggling to make sense of the surge of attraction she’s feeling toward him.
How the heck did she not realize before that they are mates? Sure, she was attracted to the masked rider but this is very different, and on a whole other level.
Is he even really the same man?
So many questions, and tonight is the wrong night to be asking questions. No, tonight has to be all about Silver and Silk. She'd worked so hard for this just for it to take second place today. Too many sleepless night and anxiety-filled waking hours to ignore, just because she has found her second chance mate.
No.
She clears her throat and su
