Chapter 24
My words were harsh. His reply was mild.
“I can leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”
No, mild was the wrong descriptor. Rune’s shoulders had hunched in, as if he was trying to appear smaller. But that was patently impossible given the magnificence of his form.
The hunching was cute...and gut-wrenching. “I’m not afraid of you,” I corrected. My hands itched to soothe away his uncertainty. Instead, I reached behind my back and twisted shut the lock.
In response to my gesture, his shoulders straightened. His mouth quirked ever so slightly. “You’re not, are you? Even though I’m half fae.”
I shook my head, stepping closer. Into his persimmon. Almost into his arms. “Doesn’t matter if you’re wolf, fae, or human. I want you.”
The moment my words emerged, they felt too bold. So
