Evangeline’s POV:
“Stop that.”
Orion’s voice is low, strained.
I blink, turning my head to look at him. “What?”
His grip tightens on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. “Stop spreading your pheromones.”
I stiffen.
Was I?
I hadn’t even realized I was doing it.
My body was reacting instinctively to my mate’s presence, the tension in the car, the way his scent thickens around me.
I quickly straighten my back, inhaling slowly and trying to pull my scent back in.
But his jaw is still tight, his body rigid.
Outside, the traffic light turns green.
Orion slams his foot on the gas.
The car lurches forward violently, the speed suddenly tripling, and my heart jumps into my throat.
“Orion—”
He doesn’t respond.
His face is impassive, but I can see it—the barely contained aggressi
