Chapter 165

• As much as it shivered her, it soothed her soul for her mate bond and instincts were desiring his one gaze.
• The sound of his deep breathing developed a steel rod in her back. She sculptured there, under his scorching gaze that oozed hatred, despicable vex and a warning that clearly meant— run away!
• Yet all she did was, settle in a seat and open her bag, and drag out a book and her pouch. She pretended her best to seem she landed here unknowingly and acted as though sitting under his dark disturbing gaze was nothing.