Castian’s eyes flashed. He turned abruptly, his gaze on the sky, hands on his hips that flowed down to powerful, muscular thighs.
His broad chest heaved, and he remarked nonchalantly, though there was a slight tightness to his voice, “I just saved your life; shouldn’t you be thanking me?”
Chrystal glared up at him, her chest heaving as she almost slapped herself for noticing his waist and legs. “I wouldn’t need saving if you had just left me behind!” she snapped, her anger fueling her words, even as her mind wished to erase the final parts of her statement.
Castian tilted his head back down, amusement flickering across his chiseled features.
“I told you, little Luna,” he droned, taking slow steps toward her, his soaked clothes clinging to his powerful frame in ways that made her bre
