This little troublemaker is way too tempting, even while she's asleep. Despite his thoughts running wild, he kept a calm exterior.
"Hang in there; we'll be home soon."
Emerald, her eyes closed, might have murmured a soft "hmm" from her throat—gentle and kitten-like. Liam focused hard on driving, nearly slamming the brakes when he heard Alaric's unexpectedly tender voice.
Is this really Mr. Corrigan? Could I be possessed by some evil spirits?
Liam glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Alaric leaning over with his eyes lowered. Though he couldn't make out the full expression, Alaric's usually tight jawline looked softer, and there was even a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
