Chapter 21Hadn’t anyone spun her about like this, then? Their loss. Frederick wasn’t much concerned with blokes who’d wasted their time not caring for this maple-sweet, brave girl. His girl.
He twirled her again and she fell into his arms, laughing, a smile on her lips even as she returned his kiss. They’d fetched up in her bedroom doorway, and he held her under the arch, curving his hands around her narrow waist as he kissed her, tasted her. He swept his hands down her sides, but she stiffened at the slightest touch on her hips.
Damn. He couldn’t go more than five minutes without feeling the lurking Beast. The tightness across her shoulders, the doubt that crossed her face, all reminded him of his cursed nature. He might be a man now, but the Beast remained. Biding its time.
Lyne hadn’
