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Cullen had said little during the debrief, staying beside Nadya like a shadow while she gave her report to the Princess. The exchange had been formal and tense, hours of recounting the ambush, the pursuit, and the deaths that followed. When his turn came, Cullen’s voice was steady, his words...

Cullen’s head tilted, and for a few moments, he just watched her in silence; the defiance in her shoulders, the tremor she was trying to disguise in her voice. He’d seen that same fire in Nadya countless times, but from Stasya… it was quieter. Softer. The sort of courage that bloomed out of...

Cullen’s jaw tightened as he listened, his thumb pausing against Nadya’s arm. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to bite back what Stasya was saying, but instead he let out a long, weary sigh through his nose. He could see that she wanted to believe him, had already taken a liking to the...

Cullen’s voice was low, rough from keeping it to a whisper, his arm tightening around Nadya as though grounding himself. His gaze lingered on Stasya, then drifted back to the boy laid out on the blankets. The boy who's hand he'd wanted to sever from his body the moment he'd walked into this...

Yes, he was brooding. He always brooded. He didn’t get to keep much in this life; everything he allowed himself to grow comfortable with, everything he cared for, had a way of being wrenched from his hands. The thought of another man touching her -ever- had his blood running hotter, darker, a...

Cullen’s arms folded tight across his chest, his dark eyes tracking Stasya’s retreating form through the trees. The muscle in his jaw ticked, and he huffed, the sound edged in irritation. A shoulder rose and fell in a heavy shrug as he looked back at Nadya. “Might as well have thrown a bucket...

Cullen had been fumbling, scrambling for words the moment he heard Stasya’s voice cutting through the trees. “Not what it look li—” he started, sitting up quickly and dragging a hand over his face as though that would erase the evidence written all over him. But then Nadya’s voice cut in...

Cullen’s smirk deepened at her words, “..that’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, voice husky with want. Still, he lingered a heartbeat longer, his hands sliding slow, teasing her with restraint he didn’t truly feel. He wanted to take his time. Then he gave her no more time for doubts or...

Oh, those sounds she made. If she truly wanted him to stop, she was going the wrong way about it. “Certainly doesn’t sound… like you want me to stop…” he rumbled against her skin, teeth grazing before he bit gently at her neck and tugged, chasing the sting away with the slow drag of his tongue...

He did not want to stop, not now, not ever. Hunger for her had its claws in him, and it dragged his better judgement down with it. His eyes grew heavier under the touch of her fingers in his hair, his mouth wandering more and more over her flesh until she yanked his head back, leaving him...

Cullen’s grin widened, half mischief, half hunger. “Probably wise,” he murmured, letting his hands slide to the curve of her hips, feeling the hard line of leather and the soft muscle beneath. He took a slow, appraising breath, drinking her in, every line, every curve. “When I fuck you for the...

Cullen let out a low, amused sound, the tension in his shoulders easing as her hands framed his face. He watched her for a long second, committing the curve of her brow and the soft pillows of her lips and the fierce light in her eyes to memory. “We’re riders, Nad,” he said roughly, a crooked...

Cullen listened, arms folded, letting her pace and purge. He watched the storm in her face like a tide he’d learned to read. When she finally stilled, he stepped forward slowly, careful not to crowd her or make it worse “Technically, Meala killed him,” he said, voice low and rough with...

He kept his dark eyes fixed on her, even as she turned to walk away. Well, at least she was taking some time to calm down? That was better than shouting it out in front of everyone. He thought better of chasing after her, so he turned back to the camp, shoulders stiff as he forced himself into...

Cullen swung down from Meala’s saddle once the last of the riders had peeled away toward the treeline. The storm pressed heavy on his shoulders, but it wasn’t the thunder that set his jaw tight, it was the silence between him and Nadya. He could feel it like the crackle before a lightning...