Chapter 87

• I let out an abrupt laugh, a startled bark of amusement at his unspoken admission. It’s funny—endearing, even—that his Beast, that wild, primal part of him, is the one refusing to let me go.
• “Aren’t I getting heavy?” I tease, arching a brow and smirking down at him, my arms loosely looped around his neck.
• Lucas rolls his eyes, but there’s a flicker of a grin tugging at his lips. That signature grin. The one that makes my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat.