Dominic leaned back against the couch, the sharpness in his gaze softening into something sly. His lips curled, mocking.
“So, it’s my fault then?” His voice carried that low, dangerous amusement. “If that helps you sleep better at night, healer, I’ll take the blame.”
Heat flared across Sloane’s cheeks. The way he said it, taunting, almost intimate, sent her pulse racing. Her eyes flickered away, only to catch on the half-buttoned shirt clinging to his broad frame. Muscles flexed beneath tanned skin, his chest rising and falling with every breath. For the first time, she realized just how powerful he looked outside his Alpha aura. Had he always been this… Her blush deepened.
She forced her gaze up. “Alpha Dominic… if something’s going on with you, you should tell me.”
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