Harley:
Sweat dripped down my brow. My hands and knees were muddy from me falling to the ground after that last attempt at reining in my power in an attempt to lift only one of my very supportive mates.
Every time I try, I only end up slinging them all three around wildly.
“Stand up. You are thinking about this too hard. This is no different than when you were in the forest… let me help.” Alistair took my hands, helping me stand to my feet.
He pulled me against him. My back was to his chest and his icy skin cooled the burning anger rising in me. My cheeks are stained red because of our contact. Everything with him is still so new, so undiscovered that when he pulls me into his arms and does things like bringing me coffee and flowers, it makes me feel like a kid. I couldn’t help but
