Seraphine's heart was doing something completely out of control inside her chest, loud and fast and totally traitorous, and the worst part was she was almost certain he could hear it. alpha wolves always could.
Heat crawled up the back of her neck, moved slow across her cheeks, and she hated every second of it. She pressed her palm flat against his chest and pushed, but he didn't move.
He just stood there like the wall behind him had grown a heartbeat, solid and warm and completely unbothered, and her hand stayed right where she'd put it because pushing him was apparently just something that wasn't going to happen tonight.
"Voren." Her voice came out lower than she wanted it to. "Let me go."
Something changed in him all at once.
