Page 47 of The Wolf King's Mate
“I don’t want to be mated. I want to be a bird.”
“A bird?”
“They’re free,” I mumbled into his arm. “Towers are stupid.”
“Towers?”
“I hate them.” My face twisted with emotion.
“No more towers.” He smoothed my hair again. I didn’t think he even knew what I was saying, but he was trying to make me feel comfortable. And it was working.
“Promise?”
“Yeah, Princess. No towers.”
My lips curved upward, and I fell back asleep.
I was wrappedaround Enzo’s body again the next time I woke up. My face contorted as pain shot through my ankle.
He pressed medicine to my lips. “Take this.”
I parted my lips for the pill, and a straw followed again, so I could swallow it down with water.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost five.”
I groaned. “I should be feeling better by now.”
“You kicked my leg in your sleep, with your bad foot.”
I moved a little, and he pinned me to his chest, grumbling at me. Something about the weight and pressure of his arms relaxed me, and I fell back asleep quickly.
It hadto be lunch time when deep, gnawing hunger finally forced me to wake up. I opened my bleary eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I was on my back, tangled up in Enzo’s perfect, fancy blankets, sweating like mad.
Logic told me he had probably slipped out to go hunting again. I had hurt my ankle, but it really wasn’t that big of a deal. It would be healed soon. He’d stayed the night because I was in his room, but?—
A man sat down beside me.
My eyes closed as I took his scent in.
My wolf rumbled in her sleep, still out cold.
He wasn’t hunting rogues. He was with me.
I threw an arm over my eyes, and realized I was topless when my boobs bounced.
Oops.
“Did I really ask you to take my bra off?” I asked.
He made a noise of confirmation.
I sighed. “You should’ve said no.”
“You were uncomfortable.”
“You wanted to see my boobs.”
