Ileus looked at her with passion in his eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead. He intertwined his fingers with hers and asked, "What are you thinking about me?" his wolf too pleased to listen to her answer. He brushed his thumb on the inside of her wrist and pressed her knuckles to his lips. Her skin tingled when he did that and it invoked a desire to have him somewhere else on her body. He pulled her in his lap.
She looked at the light wound on his arm where Circe had tried to attack him. "We should call the healers so that your wound heals quickly." Though she could see that his skin had started healing already.
"It's nothing," he said and curled his fingers beneath her chin to lift her head. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her chest rose and fell quickly. The thought that Circe had injured him filled her with rage. She hated the witch for even attempting to swing her claws towards him. She swallowed her saliva when her gaze fell on his wound again.
