บท 56: Cutting In

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ETAN

"Lord Isolde!" he snarled, stepping into their path so the man was forced to stop dancing, or run Ayleth bodily into Etan. He did, but he scowled, and his hand on her ass tightened. Ayleth squeaked and pulled from his grip, turning to face Etan as if she'd just noticed him and didn't understand what was happening.

"Lord Summit!" she said, her voice too high. "What is the matter, sir?"

But Etan glared at Isolde. "I'm cutting in," he said.

"Oh look, the Cannibal has come to take a plaything," Isolde droned.

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Then, as he stared at her, his scent changed. Which only confused her more, until something flashed behind his eyes. Something she’d only ever seen in her father’s face when he was staring at her mother.

Desperation. Joy. Hunger.

But that was crazy, why would—?

And suddenly, like a cub tumbling down a grassy hill to land on its feet, everything fell into place.

Everything.

Her mouth dropped open. She blinked. And blinked again. And for the first time in a very long time, she looked at him.

Not at her confidante.

Not at her closest ally.

Not at the friend who’d been present for every major milestone in her life.

She looked at Aaryn. The male. The wolf.

She stared at his silver-white hair, that scattered over his ice-blue eyes, fixed on her, and created a barrier between them. She looked at the strength in his jaw, shadowed because of the late hour. She let her gaze drift down the cords of his neck, and his broad shoulders and the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, the rose and fell rapidly. And she let herself remember the ladders of muscle that painted his torso—hidden by the white shirt he wore. She swallowed. She’d seen every inch of him at some point.

Well, almost.

Her mouth went dry.

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