Scent of Desire
That stranger with emerald eyes interrupted him, taking my hand, “I am Keir, Lycan Prince Kyrell’s bodyguard. You can call me Flame.”
The moment his hand touched mine, a shudder passed through me. A rush of pink stained my cheeks, recalling the incident in the field. I hastily pulled back my hand and, forcing a calm smile on my lips, I answered, looking down to hide my rosy cheeks, “Nice to meet both of you. Hope you enjoy our hospitality.”
Kyrell stole a glimpse of Keir with a puzzled glare and then, smiling at me, he answered, “Pleasure is all ours, Lady Eliza. Hope you have a great evening today.”
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