"Iva." His voice was quiet, controlled, but beneath it she heard something new.
Something dark.
"I have been patient with you. Gentle. I gave you softness because I thought that was what you needed."
His thumb traced the line of her jaw.
"But running?" His eyes darkened. "Running changes things."
She should have been afraid. A part of her was. But beneath the fear, something else stirred. Something that had been sleeping inside her since the moment he first looked at her.
Heat.
Not the heat of her cycle. Something sharper. Something that made her knees weak and her breath come faster.
Caleb saw it. She watched him see it—watched the knowledge flicker across his face, watched something dangerous ignite in his eyes.
His hand slid from her neck to her hair, fisting gently at the na
