Jake's POV.
Sparks flew when our hands touched, for a moment all thoughts in my head freeze as I look into those brown eyes of my mate. Why is it I suddenly yearned to kiss her, right now, regardless of the people watching?
But the people aren't really the problem, she is.
Ziandra comes off to me as one of those maidens that will land a devastating slap across your face if you dare kiss her without permission.
I wasn't afraid to be slapped after all, what's a human girl's slap to a werewolf. I only care about the drama she will put up before these guards here, who won't hesitate to amuse themselves at the show.
“Are you even listening to me?” She broke the silence and I bring my attention back to her.
First of all, I pull away my hand from hers, before I lose my reserve.
“Fine! Fiv
