She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and the gesture only made her look composed and mature, completely aware of the warmth she carried and the effect it had on him. Her smile remained kind, yet there was a slow confidence in it, the kind that turned a simple request into something much more intimate.
"It's a she," Crimson Halo said softly. "And of course, I'd like you to name her."
She leaned forward just enough for the golden glow to wash across her chest and throat. The light caressed the soft line of her collarbone, climbed her neck, and painted her lips in a warm shine.
Her voice had not changed much, but that was exactly what made it worse. She sounded gentle enough to comfort him and dangerous enough to ruin him.
Martin momentarily felt like her husband and the father of that adorable wolf spirit.
