Ashvin helped me get to the pack house, ran a bath for me, and told me to relax while the scent of freshly cooked meat and roasted vegetables drifted from the table. My stomach growled in response.
“Come eat with me,” I said before he could slip out the door.
He paused, turning back toward me. His golden eyes darkened, the intensity behind them sharper than I had ever seen before.
His gaze held mine, and slowly, so slowly, it drifted down to my lips. My heart hammered violently at the way his eyes lingered there.
“I would love to,” his words dragged out, low and smooth. His eyes were still locked on my lips, a flicker of heat darkening his irises. “But I have a lot to do tonight. I hope you understand.”
He didn’t move until I nodded reluctantly. Only then did he turn and slip out the
