The Christmas market was loud enough to give me a migraine. Wolves shouted across stalls, children ran in circles, vendors waved garlands in the air, and I was one wrong comment away from causing a riot. I carried a stack of boxes toward the center tent, muttering curses under my breath.
Of course that was when Elias appeared at my side, smiling like a wolf in a storybook.
“Let me help you,” he said smoothly, reaching for the top box.
I jerked it out of his reach. “I can carry my own things.”
“I can see that,” he replied, “but it does not mean you should. You look exhausted.”
“Wow. What a compliment.”
He chuckled. “Not an insult. Just an observation.”
Before I could snap back, a shadow stepped between us.
Ronan.
Obviously.
He appeared with the kind of silent fury that could set s
