Cedar Sweep Black swan

Crinkling his nose at the clear pleasure she took in his reaction, the earthen wolf took a moment to collect himself. He shouldn’t be rising to her bait, entertaining as it was. He had better self-control than this. So why was he responding so sharply?

Raising a brow at her mocking remark, he replied coolly, That would require a lady to be present. All I see is a dirty little wisp of silver, vastly different things, I assure you.

Straightening his posture, he shifted his gaze away from where she worked, pointedly refusing to offer her more attention than she’d already stolen.

With a snort, he added dryly, I could say the same. Just because I seek out excitement doesn’t mean this wasn’t intentional. It’s awfully dangerous to be wandering alone out here.

His thoughts drifted to her, that gaze, deep as fresh-spilled blood.

You never know what, or who, you might find.

The comment came quieter, that gnawing feeling in his gut returning with force. Odd. She was very odd.