Chapter Fifteen

Darcie

Flopping back against the hard wooden top of Fang’s desk, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

“That was…” Cracking an eye open a pinch, I found him staring down at me with a smug, almost self-satisfied smile on his face.

“Amazing?” He chuckled. “Mind-altering? Do I need to go on?”

My laughter joined his. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about him that put me at ease. He had been doing it since the moment he had first spoken to me back in the bar.

Had it really only been a few days? It seemed like I had known him for longer. Much much longer.

Mistaking my sudden thoughtful silence for regret, his handsome face creased into a frown. His eyebrows slammed down over his blue eyes. “You’re regretting it, aren’t you? I mean, I know you enjoyed it. I can taste how much you enjoyed it, but I can see in your face that you feel guilty.” He turned his back on me, his shoulders set in a hard line. “My brother?”

Scrambling upwards, I reached for him. Curling my finger