CHAPTER 118 Gift?

　　Kasia sank down beside him, still tracing the line of his jaw. Her brown eyes were dark, and her pupils dilated. Ethan's breath caught at her nearness. Slowly, giving her time to pull away, he put his arms around her and drew her against his chest. She fit perfectly in his embrace, her body molding itself to his.

　　"You're doing something. I know you are. You did this yesterday," Kasia asserted. "But this time it is different. Less angry."

　　"I don't know what you're talking about," Ethan replied, his denial accompanied by a low, resonant rumble that emanated from his chest.

　　Even though Ethan denied it, Kasia could feel the rumble in Ethan's chest. Kasia knew she should be afraid of this, but she didn't feel fear. She simply wanted to get closer to him. The rumble carried an almost primal quality, like the hum of a contented feline. Did Lycans purr? In her training, Kasia never came across this information.

　　'Does it matter if he is doing something? You should give into it,' the s