arm off.”
Thor’s growl softened as he leaned in to sniff Ethan’s outstretched hand. First the fingers, then the wrist, then the rough canvas sleeve of Ethan’s field jacket. His breathing changed, becoming faster, more urgent. He pressed his nose deeper into the fabric, sniffing with a desperate, frantic intensity.
Ethan’s brows furrowed. “He smells something.continue reading …
