HE HADN’T EXPECTED the human girl, which was one of the more idiotic mistakes of Krayter’s life. One moment he found himself compelled down the stairs, trailing off after Pen like a lovesick boy, and the next he was flush against a counter, held at knifepoint by a scarily competent girl.
His hand flashed up and latched onto her wrist, keeping that knife several centimeters away from the tender flesh of his neck. It wouldn’t take much to get out of this position. s***h at her arm, tug her aside, spin her around, and then she would be the one with something sharp at her neck.
Of course, doing so would risk injuring her, and Krayter couldn’t do that. Not to a member of his denya’s family. Recognition of the bond pulsed within him, a seething red mass of heat and desire and longing so potent
