Drums... drums in the deep

His eyes slid across her form. Wanting, and taking what his physical body could not. It would be so easy to take that step forward, to swear her to silence and hide the scent of sweat and Ignita that would coat him. But it would cost him, too. Even if Hazel never found out, he would know it. Could he bear that?


He licked his parched lips, and answered her question. “It's the truth. It's who and what you've come to mean to me. Why I can't let you go, and fight to protect you. You keep letting your importance slide away, as if you think you don't matter to me.” Frustration licked his tone. “Your slave in rank, but I value your opinion and thoughts above most. Dammit, Ignita. You matter.” He growled at her. He started to take a step towards her but caught himself at the last moment. He turned the motion into a turn. “We still have a wolf to find.”