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“Oh, that’s simple.”
She froze in the utter stillness, which gave a blood away each and every time. But this time he didn’t focus on her inhumanity, the fact she was a blood and he was a lycan. Instead, all he saw were the large dark eyes, the sensuous curve of her lips and the soft sheen of her alabaster skin. Compared to him, she was small and delicate. So beautiful he hardly dared glance her way, but his gaze was drawn to her anyway. Like a compass needle to true north. Everything male within him demanded it. Need and desire raced through his body, aided by his wolf. The creature inside yipped and yammered, testing the edges of his control like a caged dog worrying at a fence, desperate to be freed.
He held the smile. For once, he and the animal were in perfect accord. She’d locked
