Tyran
Tyran
It was Hunt who recognized the situation a touch differently and quickly stripped off his tunic, dashed up the few steps to the transport pad and covered the sleeping form.
He turned his head and glared at the two officers manning the transport controls, who both quickly averted their gazes.
“Get a blanket immediately,” Lady Rone called.
I heard footsteps, but didn’t look away from the fragile female. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move, not until Hunt called my name.
With long strides, I closed the distance to my mate and knelt down beside her. She looked like she was asleep, but was she—
My fingers went to her pale neck, felt along the soft skin for her pulse, felt it sure and strong. Her hair was pale, a faint golden color and I wondered if her eyes would be fair and amb
