Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

Had she been older, her allegations might have hurt his feelings. But she was so young, Cambria’s lips could only twitch into a smile. A little huff of laughter even escaped him. She certainly didn’t pull her punches. The yearling appreciated her frankness.

Should I be? he rejoined lightly, tail twitching. Are you thinking about biting me?

That triggered a memory of Ruckus attacking him with all the savagery an underfed toddler could muster. It made Cambria’s chest twinge, though he gave no outward indication of the passing ache other than sipping in a breath. His two-toned gaze remained fixed on the girl—Etienne’s niece, after all—and waited to see what she might say next.