The Lycan Prince’s Puppy
“You know what you’re doing—even starting from the ends.”
Kylan simply hummed, but it wasn’t nearly enough for me. I knew he probably wasn’t the biggest fan of the situation, being forced to hold off on getting me help when I clearly needed it.
“When I can see again,” I spoke, breaking the silence once more, “You need to tell me where you got your brush? It feels really comfortable.”
“Lyperian shark-teeth, the best,” I heard him say with so much pride in his voice. There was just something about the way he was always ready to brag about Lyperia—something quite adorable.