Chapter 44: Claiming
Azandra POV
As sweet as the smell of the bronze willow had been, she preferred the scent of the bear poplar in which her tree house was built. It had a spicy, powerful smell that she couldn’t escape and didn’t want to … just like Kyon. Especially since he sat on the bed waiting for her, surrounded by the necklaces he’d carved for their new wood elf friends, just as he promised. His eyes were the color of the wood, and they focused on her. His fingers tapped on his big thighs as if he were playing musical notes.
She smiled and slowly walked toward him, savoring every moment of his eyes on her.
“How is he?” he asked.
“Other than the new skin and a bruised ego, he’s just the same as he was. And I’d rather not talk about him anymore tonight.”
She was amazed by the seductive sound of her voice, almost a mating growl. So was he, although his eyes blazed with seduction. He simply nodded in agreement.