They traded smirks as he looked at the clock for what had to be the hundredth time. All right, so maybe he was a little keyed up, waiting for the library to close. He’d spent the rest of last night thinking about Luna and her situation. He snorted. No, he’d spent the rest of last night thinking about her curves and wondering what she’d feel like in his arms. She was so damn tiny he could snap her in half without any effort, and that should have scared the shit out of him, but it just made him want to protect her even more. With her dusky skin, and long, dark hair, there was no denying her Hispanic heritage, but those cool, green eyes were what held him captive. He could have stared into them all night, if she hadn’t scurried off after he made her an offer he’d hoped she wouldn’t refuse. Yes, it was underhanded to offer help and then pressure her into accepting him as a mate. It was true; it would be easier to keep her safe if he had his brothers standing by his side and watching his back, but that hadn’t been the only reason he’d made his offer.
