"Where did you get jewelry from?" Isabella asked, her voice low, eyes flicking to the golden chain resting against Zyran's bare, inked chest. The gleam of the moonlight caught on the sharp edges of the black jackal pendant, and for the first time, the smirk on his lips faltered.
Only for a second. Then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich and thunderous, echoing through the trees like he owned the entire night.
Isabella blinked, caught off guard. Was it arrogance? Amusement? Or both?
She took a cautious step back, her body tensing like a rabbit unsure whether to run or freeze. Everything about this man screamed danger, but it wasn't the kind that made her want to run. It was the kind that made her skin tingle, her stomach flutter, her thighs instinctively press together.
And that's when it happened—again.
