HAZEL
His words hit me hard. My knees weakened, and I reached out to steady myself. My hand grabbed his arm, gripping his shirt until my knuckles turned white.
Heat flooded through me. The kind that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the way his body felt solid under my palm. The way his scent wrapped around me made my head swim.
"Another one of your fucking tricks."
He pushed me away, and I stumbled back a step. I caught myself, stood straight, and forced my face to hide how much I missed his touch.
Lysander looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, turning everything gold and orange.
"I came here because it's nearly evening." His voice came out controlled again. Professional. "I want to make it back to the pack before night."
He dropped his gaze back to me.
"Your father mentioned dinner, and I already told him we wouldn't be staying. So just tell your mother goodbye and meet me in the car." His jaw tightened. "I leave with or without you."
