9
Cassie
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—” I turned away, suddenly mortified by my lack of good sense.
Perhaps it had been the terror at possibly losing Maddox that drove me to kiss him. To be fair to myself, it had been a horrible day. First, I’d found Mr. Anderson and the other boarder with his throat slit and then Maddox had been thrown from his horse. People died from something as common as that.
“No, Cassie. Never apologize for reaching for me. I intend to make sure you do a lot more of that.” His hand was wrapped around the base of my neck and I leaned into him, unable to resist the lure of his scent, the feel of his lips on the top of my head. I didn’t want to think about blood and death and being hunted by Neron. I just wanted to close my eyes and sink into another dream with my M
