No, I won’t. That man makes me fucking sick, but hopefully, with that broken jaw, he’ll be out of the game for a while. My team was already trying to clear my mess up. “I should hope so… but you know you acted recklessly. Sure, none of the others there were werewolves, but news gets around Bastien
ZAIA. My heart is thumping as I sense him stand up. “Excuse me,” I say quietly, about to step away and head to the bathroom, when he grabs my wrist and spins me around and back into his arms, making me gasp. He’s naked and I’m extremely aware of the heat from his body. The feeling of his body ag
“There’s something different about you…” she muses. “Something about your face…” Oh, a mother’s intuition at work! “There isn’t anything different. I was just trying out some new makeup products. Perhaps it’s that.” I suggest smoothly. Hoping that the hickeys he left on my neck are hidden… Last
ZAIA. Mom and Dad are both silent. Bringing up a painful part of their past wasn’t my intention, but it was necessary. “Then, if your decision is made, then what do you want from me?” Dad says quietly. This is the moment, the most important part… “I need you to arrange the meeting with Sebastian
I don’t know how I will face Sebastian again! “We’re here ma’am.” The driver says, and I come out of my thoughts, glancing up at the building. He gets out, coming around to open the door for me. “Thank you,” I say as I step out and look up at the building. Floor number twelve… The sound of a mot
I haven’t used a gun in ages… but I have been trained with one. I need to know his identity! He’s too busy aiming at someone hiding behind the bench and I’m almost close enough when he suddenly freezes and turns sharply towards me. I gasp, pulling the trigger and he jumps to the side, letting out
SEBASTIAN.“Get my car ready. I’m going to head out.” I say through the phone to my driver, pausing when the news playing on the television catches my attention.“… outside the Stanton Hotel Building. The mass shooting has left nineteen confirmed dead on the scene with three in critical condition an
I’ve always hated this man to the very core. He may be her father, but he is as arrogant as Dad and always looks down on me.“My daughter is in that bed because of you!” he thunders as he crosses the room, “What do you want me to do, roll out the welcoming carpet!”“Because of me?” I ask coldly, gla