SCARLETT

The heat of Kael’s chamber clung to my skin, a mixture of burning cedarwood and the faint musk of his wolf. I should have been afraid any sane woman would’ve been. Instead, every cell in my body hummed with an ache I couldn’t ignore.

Kael leaned against the stone wall, his golden eyes flickering in the firelight as they dragged lazily over me. His lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

“You’re reckless, Scarlett,” he drawled, his voice low, dangerous. “Sneaking past my ...