Odette's POV
The sound that tore from him next wasn't human. It rolled up from his chest and through mine like a living thing — a low, guttural vibration that made the air tremble against my skin. A growl. The same sound.
It hit me then — I hadn't imagined it last time. I hadn't made it up. He really did sound like an animal.
My whole body went still, my mind short-circuiting. How can a man make a sound like that?
"You have no idea…" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, each word a scrape of heat against my skin. "How dangerous I can be. You wander around blind, defiant, mouthing off like you're untouchable. Do you even realise what you're playing with?"
My breath caught; my chest stuttered under his. The weight of him, the sound of him, the smell of him — it was like the air itself had changed, thicker, heavier, humming against my pulse.
