Jett POV
Raven and I now sat across from each other in a dimly lit guest suite. A table with a small jar of water on it sat between us.
I'd barely taken a seat when she poured herself a glass and held it to her lips. She stole glances at me while gulping down the water.
It occurred to me then that I didn't really know the sound of her voice. She still had not said one word to me yet. Her wolf had called out mate, but that was an involuntary reaction to the bond. It didn't count.
She'd cursed earlier, but two words said in anger were hardly enough to catch the tonal quality of someone's voice.
Minutes have gone by since I walked into the room to have a chat. She didn't even say hi when I entered. Maybe she wanted me to speak first.
I should say something. The problem was that I was
