“YOUR FRIEND IS DELIGHTFUL,” Rune murmured as we stood there together, watching taillights slide away down the pack driveway.
“Natalie?” I raised my eyebrows. Willa had often growled at me spending so much time with a human. Plus—“Most people consider her an acquired taste.”
Rune’s response was simple. “The best tastes take time to be acquired.”
As he spoke, his fingers found mine in the darkness. He hadn’t looked. Hadn’t fumbled. As if the same electricity that sparked at our touch had guided him unerringly to me.
I tried and failed to ignore the sensation. Finally, I cleared my throat. “You requested information about the role of the Consort.”
“That isn’t exactly what I asked for.” He was so close that his persimmon curled warm around me. It stroked the skin atop my cheekbones, my n
