HE DIDN’T BRING IT up to Aalyan when he returned with a freshly caught rabbit. When he stepped into the cave, the lump on the bed that was his mate’s form didn’t stir, but Aalyan couldn’t disguise his heart as it jumped.
Ghian’s stomach twisted. He was afraid. Of him.
“Do you think you can eat something?” he asked. He would not play games of any sort, neither of them could afford for the trust between them to fray any further.
Aalyan shifted slightly, lifting his head from the furs and blinking up at Ghian from under where he hid.
“I’d really rather not get blood on the bed,” Ghian said.
His mate’s brow furrowed, which wasn’t exactly good, but still a step up from his blank or fearful looks from earlier. After a few moments, he pushed away the bedding and sat up. He seemed somewhat da
