Lethia flinched for a moment, realizing the word that had just slipped from her mouth was like an instinctive reflex. It was like something buried deep in her subconscious, triggered by a sense of familiarity.
There was no fox's voice, yet somehow, she could feel a triumphant stir in her lower belly the moment this cold, sharp-eyed man met her gaze. And that triumph had been the one to force the word out of her lips.
'Who the hell is this man? And mate? What mate? No more fucking mates, please. But despite his cold and brooding presence. Why do I feel… comfort when he grazes my lower belly?'
Her eyes remained locked onto his, widening in shock as the man suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. As the doors slid shut, she caught a glimpse of Renar and the Caelum—no longer frozen, as if time had resumed.
Not that she could dwell on that now.
Because the man before her stepped closer, his presence looming until she was trapped against the cold elevator wall.
