Dawson Bride (Wolf Brides Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
The streets were narrow and cobbled, and the clatter of horses upon them and men fighting and yelling for space to steer their carts, was enough to wake the dead. Gable lay tensed and twitching on the floor beside me and when I leaned over and tried to wake him from his bad dream, he shot up and grabbed my wrist in a move so fast, I didn’t see it. One moment he was sleeping beneath me and the next, he was crushing the frail bones in my arm with the most terrifying look in his eyes. “You’re hurting me,” I breathed. “Luc?” He blinked and scanned the room. His hand released its iron grip and I rubbed my wrist like it would make the ache better somehow. “I thought…I thought I was somewhere else.” “Where?” He frowned at the leg of the bed. “The woods. Get dressed.” He didn’t seem to be much of a morning person. I’d always liked to get up with the dawn and start my day, but some people didn’t feel the same.
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