And, God help him, Nicholas did. He tore into the paper with one hand. Even before he saw the fabric—the sheer gömlek, the emerald chirka—he smelled jasmine; he smelled the soap-sweet scent of her skin.
Ryan growled at the interest in his voice—it came from both him and his wolf.Trick grinned. If I’m not mistaken, there was some possessiveness in that growl.
You’re different with her, Ryan. I mean, you talk to her, Jaime marveled. And I don’t mean in monosyllables. You actually converse with her.And she talks to you, added Taryn. Dominic said she can interpret your grunts.I hope she’s single, said Trick. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a female who—
Another growl rumbled out of Ryan. Don’t say it.Trick’s grin widened. Ho, ho, ho, Ryan’s finally showing some real interest in a female.
Leaning forward, Trey smacked Trick over the back of the head. Ignore him, Ryan.
Sounded like a good idea to him.It was night before his chance arrived, and a familiar voice filled the air. Nicholas cracked an eye open, watching Hasan speak to a barrel-chested older man in pristine robes. He tried to open his mouth, but the sound that came out was a pathetic whimper. Neither heard him until he cleared his throat.
My friend, let me bring you some water— The older man, his hair as gray as the inside of Nicholas’s head, left with a brief look in his direction. Nicholas caught hold of Hasan’s robe before he could pull away.Etta, he said, carefully forming the word. Bring…bring me Etta.
It is late, Hasan said, lightly scolding. Would you wish for her to see you like this?So she hadn’t been there at all? Now, he said harshly. He thought twice of it and added a softer, hopefully not desperate, Please.