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"Maybe." I leaned toward him a little, and he tipped his head down so I could whisper, "If I was willing to let you try."

I no longer had to wonder what the something in his eyes was.

It was lust.

Pure, hot lust.

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"But I'm not, and I'm not hungry, so..." I swept my hand toward the door, shooing him. "Get out of my room."

"You're always hungry, and this isn't your room. You can't kick me out of the pack's property."

"Agree to disagree." I walked back toward the uncomfortable bed. "I sleep better here."

It was half true.

I never slept well, but the mattress in the observation room was so uncomfortable that I woke up more often, which meant my nightmares didn't last as long. Sleep was miserable regardless.

"No, you don't. I don't agree to disagree, either."

"How did you recover after you lost everything?" I asked him.

I’d heard from Bloom that Rhone and Maverick both lost their families in the war. I was pretty sure the sensitive subject would make Rhone leave.

His eyes narrowed at me, and he didn't respond immediately.

He didn’t leave, though.

"You and Maverick knew each other as kids. I heard the story about the orchards. His parents handled the cherries, yours did something else. You were rivals. If his family is gone, yours is too. How did you recover from it?"

The way all of the color drained out of Rhone's face made me feel a smidgen of guilt.

My raging bloodlust replaced it quickly.

I didn't expect him to answer, but after his throat bobbed, moving the dark, inky tattoos on his skin with it, he did.

"You don't recover from that kind of loss. You find something else to focus on and choose to live for the people who didn't get to."

Rhone stared at me for a few more seconds.