Lena stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. The rush of adrenaline as his skin touched hers.
Her fingers clenched his arm, unsure whether it was to steady herself or to hold onto him just a moment longer.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, though her voice trembled.
Marcus didn’t move, didn’t speak at first. His gaze searched hers.
“I know you’re innocent. And I’m sorry,” he said, the words dragging out of him like thorns. “I’m sorry my wolf was such a fool… like I was.”
Lena had waited four years for those words, and now that he spoke them. She felt the guilt lift off her shoulders.
The cool breeze against her bare back reminded her how vulnerable she was at the moment. Her eyes dropped to her breasts, which were firmly pushed against Marcus’s chest. She was grateful that the su
