I turned my head, finally meeting his gaze. My lips curved, just slightly. "Promises, promises."
For a heartbeat, I thought he might hit me. My wolf surged forward, ready to defend, and I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep from shifting. But then he was gone, the door slamming so hard the candles guttered, their flames dancing wildly before steadying. The lock clicked. A key turned.
I didn't move.
I lay there, spread open on the bed like an offering, the silence pressing in around me. My skin ached where his fingers had dug in, my lips stung from the force of his kiss. Slowly, I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress. The rug was soft beneath my feet, the air cool against my damp skin.
I didn't reach for the robe draped over the chair. Didn't cover myself. Instea
