~Valerie~
"He’s using you to get to me, Valerie," Ronan says, his voice dropping to a dangerous, silky rasp. "He’s using your curiosity and your little girl’s crush to drive a wedge into this pack. And you’re letting him. You’re walking right into his hands."
He leans in, his face inches from mine. I can see every line of stress around his eyes, the rugged gray in his hair. He lowers his head, his nose brushing against the silk of the scarf, inhaling deeply right over the spot where his teeth have marked me. I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. I am terrified he is going to rip the fabric off right there in the hallway, exposing the bite and the hickey and the wet trail of Evander's tongue for anyone to see.
My body is a traitor. Even now, with his anger radiating off him, my pulse
