Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Lorcan’s lips curved, his expression darkening with a hint of sinister amusement. Ah, but she wanted him to confess—did she even realize what she was inviting?

Very well, he murmured, his tone like silk, soft and slow. He glanced sideways, his gaze distant, a flicker of something dangerous creeping into his eyes. Once, there was a pup. Just old enough to be out of his mother’s shadow. Innocent little thing, full of wide-eyed trust. He chuckled, the sound low and dark, almost nostalgic. Didn’t take much to lead him astray. To watch his little heart race, confusion mixing with fear.

He tilted his head, meeting her gaze, daring her to recoil. But, he was the heir to a tyranny. Guess that makes it just, doesn't it?. His voice was a whisper now, but there was no remorse there, only a quiet thrill.

But tell me, little shadow—he leaned in, voice dropping to a murmur—does that frighten you, knowing I enjoyed it?