His voice, when it came, was low and gravelly, almost a command but laced with something else, something he couldn’t name.
“Get in bed.”
She blinked, startled, and instinctively stepped back toward her room, nodding softly. “O-okay.”
But then he said it again, only this time, the words changed everything.
“Get in my bed.”
She stopped in her tracks, her back stiffening as she slowly turned toward him, her wide eyes filled with confusion and something dangerously close to fear. “W-what do you mean?”
He stepped closer, eyes flickering with the shifting pull of the beast beneath the surface, his control threadbare and fraying by the second.
“I said get in my bed,” he repeated, more forceful now, his tone brooking no argument, no confusion. “Now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She froze
