Carter shook his head, staring at Dahlia. "Please don't shut me out. I can clearly see that something is wrong by the way you look."
She looked vulnerable in his eyes as he spoke with her, delicate like a glass vase that might fracture if handled too rough.
"Come clean, Dahlia! Don't start hiding your problems from me. Tell me what is bothering you. Is it Alpha Angus? Is that why you don't want to come with me?"
Now that her mind was no longer distracted, things had simmered down, and neither one of them was in danger; the weight of everything that had happened in the last day came crashing down around her.
She realized how close she had come to losing her mate, and even her own life, had he perished from his injuries.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, hiding her nakedness, and her hazel-green eyes shimmered in the firelight's dimness, the only light in their room.
