Tears flooded my eyes as they clanked to the wood floor, the weight of everything that had happened today crashing in on me all at once. But before I could try to retrieve them, a masculine hand was there, scooping them up, and lifting me up against his chest.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe.” The words were a soothing murmur against my hair. With my next breath, Kane’s scent washed over me in a beautiful blur of cinnamon-orange, and my whole body turned to putty in his arms.
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hat was it about his scent that drove my wolf wild with need? She was pacing again, pushing hard to come out to play, which was so far beyond unusual.
He effortlessly opened the door with one hand, cradling me against his chest like I weighed nothing with the other. That is definitely not
