ELOWEN
He didn't put me down until we were inside.
Even then, he kept touching me — his hands on my shoulders, my waist, my face. Checking. Reassuring himself that I was whole. His eyes were still blazing gold, still more wolf than man, and I could feel the violence thrumming beneath his skin.
"I'm okay," I said for the tenth time. "He didn't hurt me. He just scared me."
"Scared is hurt." His voice was a growl. "Fear is pain. He caused you pain."
I couldn't argue with that.
"Sit," he said, guiding me toward the couch. "I will make you warm."
"Fao, you don't have to—"
"Sit."
The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine — not fear, something else. Something that made me sink onto the couch without further protest.
He moved around the cabin with surprising efficiency, grabbi
