The man actually stumbled.
Actually.
One foot moved back like his entire nervous system had received too much beauty at once and decided retreat was the only possible strategy.
A laugh rippled softly around me, warm and affectionate, but not mocking. The pack loved him enough to laugh at him. That was the first thing I noticed. They were not afraid of his power, not really. They respected it. They knew it. But they also knew the man underneath it, and apparently the man underneath it was a disaster for his mate in green.
Caelin’s chest moved beside me with a quiet laugh.
“Did he just almost fall?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“Is he always like this with her?”
“With Aria?” Caelin’s voice softened. “Worse.”
Something in my chest twisted.
Worse.
Wonderful.
Terrifying.
I looked back at th
