Liana climbed down the ladder quietly. Although her fingers were a little shaky, her focus shifted to the person waiting for her.
Jason hadn’t moved since she’d left him. He sat exactly where she’d abandoned him, with his elbows on the armrests, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes fixed on the fire like it held answers he wasn’t brave enough to ask for. The flames reflected faintly in his irises, rising and falling with an unnatural steadiness that only heightened the tension coiled in his spine.
She moved behind him. He sharpened instantly, muscles locking. His wolf surged forward, snarling in warning. Until he scented her.
Jason exhaled, tension draining from him as fast as it had gathered. He leaned back with a quiet scoff, rubbing a hand down his face.
“Gods,” he muttered. “You really
