For one suspended, dangerous moment, time stopped.
His grey eyes were wide, dark with shock, longing, and something far deeper. The mate bond roared to life between us like wildfire, sending waves of heat and memory crashing through my body. His hands were still wrapped around my waist, holding me protectively even as we lay sprawled on the floor.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us breathed.
The door to my office suddenly burst open with a loud bang.
Ryker, Kael, Lucien, and my father stormed in.
From their angle at the doorway — with my hair completely blocking both sides of our faces and our bodies pressed so intimately together — it must have looked exactly like we were kissing.
Ryker’s eyes widened with pure fury. In one fluid, deadly motion, he drew his sword, the blade ringing
