Firefly Glen [PHE] a kiss with a fist

Tavina’s gaze lingered on Cygnet—her words seeming to indicate a heavier topic than even the sampling of an addictive substance. She steeled herself—her mien entirely different than his brief interlude with her at the vacation palace of Muat-riya with Eset.

Cygnet’s words drew a derisive snort from the man—his pale topaz eyes gleaming with amusement at the clap back. “Even worse,” he acknowledged her, his own tone drawling. “I’m your Alpha.” Sardonically, he gave the youthful girl a quirk of his eyebrows before turning back to Tavina, who was firmly standing now and determined to leave.

He shot a stern glance to Cygnet—to behave—and loped after the stubborn lavender-eyed woman as she began to move away, ignoring her attempted dismissal of him. For her ear alone as he caught up to her—“Can I walk with you until you reach where you’re going?”