Cold Eyes
The air didn’t settle. It vibrated. Aria felt it under her skin that strange pulse that had slipped free when Ryan got too close. Her wolf was restless, pacing hard inside her chest. Ryan hadn’t moved. But his eyes… They were locked on her now. Sharp. Searching. Dangerous. “…what was that?” he asked again, quieter this time. Aria forced her shoulders to relax. “Nothing.” The lie came too fast. Ryan’s jaw ticked. He didn’t believe her. Didn’t even pretend to. Slowly, his hand dropped from where it had hovered near her face but the heat of him remained, pressing in, heavy and distracting. “Your wolf just spiked the air pressure,” he said calmly. Her stomach dropped. Great. So he did notice. “I’m still adjusting,” she deflected. Ryan stepped back then but the distance didn’
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