Bree’s POV
It hurt Bree, a bit, to see Dallas back away from her when she used her powers. Growing up among witches, it seemed strange to her that anyone would see magic as something to fear.
Still, she had to find humor in the completely dumbfounded expression on his face.
Between her calling him cute, and then brazenly showing off her magic in front of him, she hazarded a guess that the Alpha King was feeling undignified in a way he wasn’t used to. Dallas looked as though he were torn between being affronted and impressed that she was so comfortable around him now.
She decided to push him further.
“Who would have expected the Alpha King of Lycantor to be so obedient after just a few drinks?” she said. “I’m surprised more people don’t take advantage of that.”
“You were here last night?” Dallas frowned, looking worried. “What did I do?”
“Nothing much,” Bree said. “You were just very… affectionate.”
