*Brynn*

Finally disentangling herself from Maeve’s stranglehold of a hug, Brynn stepped forward. William still stood defensively before Garan. He had stopped snarling, but he still bared his teeth at the man. Brynn walked forward and placed a hand on his shaggy, gray back. Her touch seemed to soothe some of his anger as William’s tension eased minutely.

Then she met Garan’s eyes. Wide and searching, they roved over her body, taking in everything. They lingered on the short ...