Chapter 13

Conaan's lips parted as she moved her head, so her face was carefully tucked into the crook of his neck, her breaths teasing the sensitive skin. Slowly, he turned to her, his eyes slightly wide, his emotions conflicted.

He wasn't so sure if he was happy his mate was here, holding him close, wanting to go home with him, or if he should let himself realize she was doing it to save the man she was in love with. If he should realize she was probably looking at him like a monster, one that she had to sacrifice herself to so that the man who had her heart could go scot free.

She leaned slowly away, her eyes meeting Conaan's. His were a deep, swirling green, filled with emotions he probably would never know how

to adequately convey.

His eyes darted across both of hers, soaking up the conflicting emotions like they were his.

"You would come back to the place you ran away from...just for him?"

Eleanor swallowed, then turned to Al