I buried my face in my hands, perhaps in the childish hope that if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me, and this would all just vanish when I next looked up. But Kane’s fingers were persistent, and they ever-so-gently pried my hands away from my face and tilted my chin up. A little thrill shot through me when his eyes met mine. So few people ever had the privilege, and before him, I certainly never had as the lowest she-wolf on the pack totem pole.
But his eyes were warm and vibrant green, gold flecks sparkling in their depths and sucking me into his gaze. They were utterly gorgeous, and staring into them had a piece of my heart chipping and falling off, right into his waiting palms. Hopefully he didn’t crush it to dust, because I was helpless to take it back.
I didn’t want to take
