The power between them has shifted, but I’m not sure exactly when or how. The last time I saw these two men interact, Baxter walloped Cody over the head, smacking him down the same way my mother did to me, but now the tension between them feels different. “Nothing could ever be enough,” Baxter spits, but he returns his son’s firm stare, becoming more subdued by the second. We should consider what Tristan is willing to offer.” We’ve lost ten shifters in the last week alone. “We should hear what Tristan has to say.”īaxter glares at his son, but Cody doesn’t back down. “Dad.” Cody’s quiet growl makes Baxter pause.
“I’m here to negotiate the terms of a truce.” Tristan keeps his arms extended at his sides.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Tristan?” “She’s clean.”Īt his announcement, Baxter storms down the stairs. The fact that I haven’t been claimed is plain for all to see.Ĭody steps back, his expression shuttered. Now I understand why Tristan chose a one-shouldered dress. His thumb strokes across the spot where he tried to mark me that night-where I also refused Tristan’s mark. Not getting a rise out of Tristan, Cody lifts himself, his palms returning to my chest and resting across my breasts, a light and swift touch, before his focus shifts to my left shoulder.
