Enzo POV
I watched Kat sleep, her soft breathing sounding like music to my ears. Her lips were parted slightly and begging to be kissed, and her unusually dark eyelashes fell on her flawlessly pale skin. For a blonde, it was strange that she had such black eyelashes, but maybe she dyed her hair.
My gaze ran lower, down her slender neck and over the spot I had very almost put my mark. It had taken all my strength not to mark her, but the realisation that she was human stopped me in my tracks. She wouldn’t have understood, not truly. And yet I was still tempted to throw caution to the wind and mark her, protocol be damned.
“Watching an unsuspecting woman while she sleeps? Not creepy at all, Enzo,” Amarok teased me, although I could tell that he also just wanted to stare at this strange
