Running from His Claim (Beauty and the Beast #2)

"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me.

I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot."

He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?"

Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me."

"Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?"

"What, you planning on killing Kyle?"

He chuckled throatily, and I fell in love with the sound all over again. "Please be serious."

"You know I would."

He tipped my face up and his eyes bore into mine as if he was trying to read my very soul. "Any fault, Belle?"

"Anything..." I affirmed, then teased, "except Prague."

He rolled his eyes and sat back. "Tonight I watch over the forest. May I escort you home?"

"Yeah, sure."

I turned to pack up. Warren turned me back to him, slipped both hands into my hair possessively. And then his lips were on mine.