ELLA'S POV
I should be writhing in pain. Trying to get the hell out of here. But, was I not the one who'd smiled and bade the aviator's farewell.
Given how much the triplets hated me, I wouldn't put it past him to do something silly. Perhaps, the Lycan might decide to throw me into the sea and watch me drown. No matter how much I learned, swimming just didn't come naturally to me. I was going to work on that though.
“What other things are you good at?”
Maybe it was in the subtle change in his tone that went from raspy to lethal. Or the way he tightened his grip around my hands.
My cheeks heated. “I don't know why I trusted you—” I stopped abruptly when he dragged me in and I bumped into his hard sturdy chest.
The seductive scent of coffee and oud slammed into my nose, alerting a
