Ethan Cotter
A smile dances across her lips, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
"Oow." She squeezes her lids shut, then traces the base of her cheekbone and temple with
the tips of her fingers.
The smidgeon of a bruise surfacing darkens the contour of her face.
Anger feeds the belly of the beast within him. It would like nothing more than to hunt the
abominations who inflicted the pain.
Standing in front of her, he cups her chin, tipping her head back. "Hurting?"
"Yeah, but only a little." Each time her lids flutter, her thick, full lashes fan out, reminding
him of the delicate wings of a butterfly. "It's not bad, though. Just enough to remind me it's
there."
"How about you?"
"How about me what?"
He holds her gaze without so much as a blink. "Are you single or taken?"
"Why do you ask?" The corner of her mouth twitches, making the dimple in her cheek
wink. "You interested?"