Sloane's POV
I slipped my arm through Epoch's and gave a gentle tug toward the valley. "Can we put the Mate discussion on hold? I actually came here because I need your help with something."
Epoch looked at me with that same gentle gaze, the one that made my heart flutter. He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear—so tender, so careful.
When he wasn't angry, he could be incredibly gentle.
Once again I felt like I was about to drown in those deep, tender, ocean-blue eyes of his.
Just then, I remembered we weren't alone—Wane had been here the whole time. He'd gone quiet. Whether it was Epoch's fury or our rather blatant flirting that stunned him, I wasn't sure.
But right now, all I needed was for him to stay silent.
"Oh! Wane, you're still here…" I greeted him like w
