Ragnor
"Whatever you're planning, it won't work."
Water streamed from the showerhead, soaking her strawberry-blonde hair until it gleamed copper under the light. Candace blinked the droplets from her lashes.
Her hair always did that every time it got wet.
Blood hair. That's what I used to call it when we were kids.
A droplet trailed down her slender neck. I watched it slide over her collarbone, past the hollow of her throat, and disappear between her breasts.
I swallowed hard ignoring the hunger pulsing through me. Terror howled in my head, panting at the sight of our mate. My eyes followed the rivulets of water down her pale skin, over the faint lines of old scars.
They slid down her round shoulders, over her full, milky tits, dripping off her rosy pink nipples. Desire slammed into my gut and coiled so tightly I fought the ridiculous urge to shift to cover my hard-on.
I did not want her; I did not ache for her. I only came here to find out if she had seduced Reign.
