Her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped bird as she stood there on the riverbank, the fading sunlight painting everything in soft oranges and golds. She had only meant to splash some cold water on her face after that soul-crushing chat with Yasmine and her twenty-cubs talk. But the moment her eyes landed on the group of beastmen bathing openly in the river, her brain short-circuited.
Tall, wet, shameless bodies everywhere. And right in the middle of them—Zane and Zephyr.
She spun around so fast her neck nearly snapped. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Too late.
Strong arms caught her before she could escape. Zane's familiar cocky chuckle rumbled right behind her ear as he and Zephyr gently but firmly pulled her back toward the water. Her poor thighs screamed in protest, still aching and bruised from earlier when Zane had parked his massive self on her lap like she was some kind of personal throne.
"Guys—wait, my legs are dying here!" she whined, feet dragging through the grass.
