Oh, he wasn't happy to see her at all, not at all. After what she did last night, he was allowed to have a little right to show off his anger, did he not? After all who in their right mind would tie their mate up and leave them to writhe in agony all night?
But his siren was pressing against his skin as Bree strolled towards him, wanting to get as close as to their mate. Cian all but snorted inside in his head … this was what he called whipped, his siren might as well start wagging his tail. No sooner did he think of it, Bree's scent —— peonies, burnt spice and flaming woods rolled over to him and his beast rolled to his back letting out a very infatuated squawk.
Cian: "….." he has to be kidding!
