Colt POV:
“There you are, little wolf.”
The words drip from my lips, low and deliberate, as I watch her freeze. Her back stiffens like a cornered animal, poised to flee. It’s amusing, really—how quickly she scrambles to gather her things. She avoids me, not because she’s afraid. No, it’s something else. Something darker.
I see it in the way her fingers tremble when they brush her hair away, the way her breath quickens. She’s trying too hard to act like I don’t affect her. But I do. We both know it.
The cold air lingers between us as she turns, but I don't move. Not yet. Instead, I let my gaze follow her every move, every stifled reaction, drinking it in like fuel. I should let her go—give her the space she clearly craves—but something inside me refuses.
Because she’s not just anyone.
