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Laura's POV

I sat at the beach. The Bahamas was beautiful. The waiter brought my drink as I lay on my chair, getting some much-needed sun on my skin.

I was so grateful for the getaway. My new boyfriend was amazing.

My body tingled at the thought of how he handled me in bed.

Fuck! What I wouldn't give to have him again. He did say he was going to join me in the Bahamas soon.

"Hello, Miss. Would you like another glass of a pineapple margarita?"

I smiled and stretched out my empty glass and the waiter filled it up.

God this was amazing! I never got this sort of treatment when I was Dante.

I gripped the glass hard. Any harder and my werewolf strength would shatter the glass.

I hoped that bastard was burning in hell! He and that stupid bitch, Erica!

"No, Laura. No bad thoughts on your all-expense paid vacation. Just relax."

I eased up and lay on my chair again. I wasn't going to think about any of them.

The warm sun on my skin rocked me almost to sleep but I was interrupted by my phone buz