He had only taken a step when she grabbed his good wrist.
“Is everything ok?” she whispered.
Kent looked at her, trying to tamp down his anger. “I was just discussing my frustration with my beta’s choices.”
She squeezed his wrist. “You need to calm down before you talk to the commander.”
He swallowed hard, suddenly registering the worry on her face. He gently pulled his wrist from her grasp and moved his hand to the back of her neck, stepping closer as he angled her head back so he could press her forehead against hers. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent, allowing it to soothe the anger that simmered in him.
She reached up, running her hands up his chest, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake until she rested her hands on his shoulder.
“Better?” she whispered.
