The Guardian's Mate
The anger that had briefly flickered in his eyes slowly dissolved, replaced by something entirely unexpected.
A slow, wicked smile began to peel across his lips.
It wasn't a smile of rage. It was a smile of deep, profound fascination.
He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated with a dark amusement. He leaned down slightly, his face mere inches from mine, his scent of smoke and ash washing over my senses.
"Well, well," Damian whispered, his silver-tongued voice carrying a dangerous warmth that made my skin crawl. "Look at the little bird, finding her claws. I must admit, Sophia... I didn't think you had it in you."