"Easy," he murmured, his voice rougher than usual. "I've got you."
For a moment, we stood frozen on the staircase, his arm around my waist and my hands pressed against his chest. I could feel his heart hammering beneath my palms, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. The mate bond hummed between us like a living thing, urging me to lean closer, to give in to the pull I felt toward him.
Instead, I forced myself to step back, breaking the contact. "I'm fine. Thank you."
Kane's eyes searched my face with an intensity that made me want to look away. "Are you? You look like you're about to bolt."
"Maybe because I am," I said, “I’ve never been one to be the centre of attention, I’m a bookworm, remember, I don’t do anything beyond reading the encyclopedia for fun, remember? Or at least that
