He was a freaking lion. And then the bear and the lion were tearing into each other, and she felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest, fear icing through her. It was all happening so fast, and so violently, that she was struggling to keep up with who was landing more blows and who was wounding...
He really was a guest, she supposed. At least until the morning, when he would be nothing more than another fighter on the sands. But this room was no barracks. Shining marble floors and billowing, pale curtains opening onto a balcony terrace. Several low sofas around a copper table, strange plan...
When he’d told Cort to take his time bringing food to the others, he’d hoped to make inroads with her but had not been so arrogant as to expect a moment such as this. And it was not a yes, he had to remind himself. She had not agreed to be his mate. But perhaps she still might. ...
He’d felt all of it himself through the mark. Which had been totally inappropriate and completely distracting while he was standing on the deck of the ship, trying to get his men to understand what had happened to them on the island, and why he had returned with not one but three tigers. Three ti...