Daisy
Almost smirking at Jordan's stiffened body, I barely turn, and my breath caught as Malrik entered the kitchen, tall and steady, his eyes sharp and already locked on Jordan like he’d been listening for a while. Werewolf ears, so I am certain he had.
God, I really hope Rik wasn’t the type to cause a scene even if it was well-deserved. I absolutely hated confrontations, and I was still reeling from the last encounter with all of us, with his daughter.
Rik didn’t speak at first. He just walked over to me with the kind of calm that made your nerves sit up and shiver. His hand, warm, steady, and impossibly large, rested low across my stomach as he stepped in behind me, pressing the faintest kiss to my temple. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low, deep, and smooth enough to melt
