Rough-edged. Intentional.
It stayed in the air long after she was gone.
And tonight,she had spoken to him.
Unwitting.
Unknowing.
But his name on her tongue.
The sound of it curled through him like smoke before the spark.
Slow. Intoxicating.
But she wasn’t alonein her spotlight.
He saw them too.
The drunk at the bar,
Leaning too close.
The man in the corner with eyes too slick, too heavy.
Hunger disguised as interest.
And Gideon.
She softened for him.
And it twisted something dark inside.
Because that wasn’t a glance. It was trust.
Misplaced. Foolish. Dangerous.
Oh,Little Fire. Can’t you see?
Beneath that polished calm,Blackwell’s a wolf.
And wolves smile when they bare their teeth.
They think they know you.
Think they can survive you.
They think they understand the burn. They don’t.
Only he ever could.
His fists curled tighteras she smiled at Gideon.
Crescent moons carved into his skin.
She didn’t need a man to tame her.
She needed one who would kneel in the fire and call it devotion.
