GAR
Gar had had an inkling of the matebond even that first night when she'd laughed. Just laughed. Because she laughed with her whole body, and as the sound of her glee made his heart quiver, the brush of her body against his woke up his blood.
He'd looked at her, shocked, as something within him, a seeking, yearning kind of heat, threaded out of his pulsing heart, coiled through his veins, and reached for her.
His fingers had twitched with the urge to touch her, but before he could seek her approval, her eyes had gone wide with alarm.
Stupid fucking male that he was, he'd misread her increasing heartrate and tang of fear, assuming she'd heard something or seen something that frightened her. When she'd suddenly scrambled off the bed, he'd followed her in a rush, taking her arm in his hand and pulling her behind him to put himself between her and whatever had frightened her.
