(Isla)
I stayed where I was with my head against his shoulder.
Neither of us moved for a while.
The bond had settled into something warm and quiet and I wasn't in a hurry to disturb it. Outside the room, the pack house carried on with its evening while everything inside felt slower.
Caius's hand rested over mine.
The contact was simple.
Comfortable.
Easy.
That still felt strange sometimes.
Not because of him.
Because there'd been a time when I couldn't imagine feeling this relaxed beside anyone.
I looked down at our joined hands for a moment.
Then I looked up at him.
"What were you like when you were younger?"
Caius glanced down at me.
The question clearly wasn't what he'd expected.
"Younger?"
"Before all this."
He was quiet for a moment.
"Before what?"
I shifted slight
