*Isadora*
“Oh Castor”. I all but jump to my feet, forgetting to think for a moment, feeling so relieved to hear my brother's voice. Had it not been for Beast steadying me with an arm wrapped around me, I would surely have tumbles to the floor instead of against his broad chest.
“Wow there beauty, easy now”. His voice sounds soft in my ear.
I have never felt more safe or more treasured than I do when those hazel eyes pull me in. I have this weird desire to stretch up so I can bury my face against his neck and breathe him in. His scent is masculine, with tones of leather and fresh pine mixed with something very uniquely him.
“Excuse me, but what the hell is going on here Isadora ?” My brother is staring at us.
Feeling at least somewhat in control of my body and balance I place my hand
