Page 17 of His Fierce Fugitive

Iris’s big blue-gray eyes go wide. Then she squeezes my hand.

“I want to marry you too. More than anything,” she leans down and kisses me, and I swear each of her kisses is more healing than any medicine.

When she pulls back, I tease. “Are you sure? Gwen told me you said men are overrated.”

She smirks. “Human men, yes.”

I laugh again, and groan in pain. “I love you, my mate.”

“And I love you…”

I take a deep breath. "I've been thinking about Lacey, again," I say, unable to completely let go if a tracking task is at hand. Especially one this important. “There’s someone I believe is much more involved than we previously thought.”

Iris's expression turns serious. "Who?"

I whisper his name.

Iris blinks wildly. “You’vegotto be kidding me.”