Caine's question kind of feels like a minefield waiting to happen, so I focus on something more important.
"Could you step back, please?" I ask, keenly aware of his proximity. My skin prickles where his breath touches the nape of my neck.
He doesn't move. Not even an inch. If anything, he leans closer, his chest nearly brushing my back.
"I asked you a question." His voice rumbles, deep and demanding. "Why are you so relieved to see him alive?"
Before I can answer, something large and furry forces its way between us. Fenris wedges his massive body into the sliver of space, effectively pushing Caine backward while pressing his warmth against my side. When I turn to rub his ears, he blinks his intelligent gray eyes at me in what almost seems like reassurance.
Wait. I squint in the dim lighting. Is he bigger now? Maybe it's just the shadows playing tricks, but he seems more substantial, more imposing.
Did he get bigger so he could push Caine out of the way? If so, that's… sweet.
