“I won!,” a triumphant shout of victory that I f*****g reveled in.
When I laughed it was dark and deep “You got lucky little wolf. I won’t yield to you again”
I nodded to Mikhail and we looked back at Maisie, her cheeks flush with excitement, she teased about taking down the mountain if it was time to take down the giant. Mikhail told her not to call him. Hanna called him her giant and I knew it made Mikhail uncomfortable for his niece to say that. I caught sight of the flicker of hurt that went through her eyes. I will explain later.
Her “bring it” motion challenged us. I hear Alexei say something as we move forward.
Gone was my laughing playful Mate, in her place was a stone-cold warrior, my woman on a f*****g warpath with her eyes focused and her muscles tense as if waiting. When we
