Maybe it was because he had had a drink or two with the Joyce couple that evening, but Raina couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unusual about the way his raspy voice sounded tonight—something almost... wrong. A touch of grievance she'd never heard before.
Yes, grievance. She was almost certain of it.
'This dog is really strange. Everything he did tonight felt off, like he was acting completely out of character.'
His handsome face was slightly flushed, and his eyes were fixed on her, never blinking. His finger traced the curve of her eyebrow with a tenderness that was totally unlike him—his usual cold, menacing gaze had softened, almost like a big dog wanting affection.
"Forget it, I won't touch you. Just say 'baby,' and can I get a kiss?"
'Wait, what? Is this really h
