Synthia's POV
I stared at the stranger with a stupefied expression. There was some energy between us that was almost tangible. I felt as if I could reach out and touch those lines of energy that hummed between us. It was confusing, to tell the least. What was happening?
I held the books I gathered from the floor to him in a daze. He took them from me with a smile and I noticed that he was handsome. His sapphire eyes itself guaranteed he would be, but his aristocratic nose, full lips and golden blonde hair didn't hurt. And his tight T-shirt stretched against his body, showing off his built body. In fact, I had to correct my earlier observation. He was not handsome; he was gorgeous!
But I had seen gorgeous men all my life. Growing up around werewolves, who were natural predators blessed
