A Dark Curse
His voice rumbles through me, sparking heat low in my stomach.
I shake off the feeling, an excuse already on the tip of my tongue. Habit, I suppose. But then I pause. Eyes narrowing, I cross my arms. “I could ask you the same question. Why are you out here and not with your Alpha?” I demand.
Now that it’s just the two of us, I study him more closely. His eyes are the same golden color as all Wyres, marking them as cursed. His skin is bronzed, even in the moonlight, as if he spends more time outdoors than anywhere else. His nose is slightly crooked along the edge as if it had been broken more than once. Thick lashes nearly brush his sharp cheekbones. Everything about him screams lethal; from
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