As we sped away from the infirmary, I found myself tracing the faint mark on his earlobe. It was a jagged, dark birthmark that looked like a permanent silver stud, giving his profile a lethal, predatory edge.
"Why are you studying me, Ava?" he asked, his voice a low vibration that hummed through the car. "Is my human glamour slipping?"
I reached out, resting my hand on his forearm. I could feel the coiled power beneath his skin. "Before we reach the Vale Hills Estate, could you divert the hunt? There is one last scent I need to wash away."
"The 'Wedding Night' can wait an hour," Connor said, his tone casual, though I felt his pulse quicken under my touch. "But after that, do you intend to finish the bond we started in the water?"
My heart hammered against my ribs. I wasn't as bold as I
