Silver Moraine If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part

She blinked, stupefied. That was about the most straightforward answer she'd received to a question in her life. There was something kind of satisfying about being told she was frightening. Probably it was the pirate appeal of being monocular, but she was waylaid by it for a brief moment while she grappled with a confusing sweep of validation.

It was all completely derailed when he mentioned a woman she tried to kill. That could only be one wolf, and her stance changed instantly toward the aggressive. Sunhawk's saving grace was that for a second or two, he'd made her feel like she was worth something. It was enough to stay her teeth, but not enough to stop the crackling snarl that accompanied her next question: why the fuck are you spying on me?