She freezes again, her body halting mid-movement.
The strength in his grip holds her firmly in place, and her heart pounds wildly, harder than it ever has before.
The heat of his touch spreads quickly, a surge that races from the point where his hand wraps around her wrist and floods into the rest of her body.
The mark responds instantly. It throbs, pulsing in rhythm with her racing heartbeat, and her wolf claws violently beneath her skin like it wants to throw away every wall she has tried to build and close the distance between them until nothing is left between her and him.
"Where are you going? This is not done yet," Hillary says. His voice is clipped, tight, and though the sharpness is still there, it wavers faintly.
Strained.
Almost shaking.
The slight tremor is enough for Aria to hear what he might not want her to notice, that his control isn't flawless either.
