Of course, he would look! And yet, he keeps backing away from me. Chrystal mused distractedly, her heart twisting with an emotion she could not name.
Before she could form a single word, however, a low growl rumbled in the darkness ahead.
Her breath caught as she wrapped the damp, heavy cloak around her, unwillingly breathing in the scent of the owner, more deeply now than when they had been running, than when they had been in the roaring water.
Wild pine and sand just before rain, a scent so distinctly masculine and appealing that it threatened to make her swoon despite their unknown danger gathering in the shadows around them.
She blinked rapidly, pushing down emotions that threatened to break her focus on the immediate threat. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but when the figure
