Chapter 35.2

Maybe Ophois had a point about my mate wanting me to grovel. If Griff wanted me out of the way, he could have let Fenrir toss me to the demons, but he didn’t. But he also continued to let me know that he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship. Not that I blamed him, because I’d done the unforgivable, but there was no point in turning down a generous offer when only our wolves were mates.

I stepped out into a bright summer’s morning with sunlight streaming through the blood-red cherry blossoms that adorned the street. Some of the cafes down the road were already open, with vampires sitting out in the sun, enjoying alfresco breakfasts.

“Can you believe we were there the entire night?” I asked Beki.

She shook her head.

Ignoring the malevolent presence at my side, I walked to the silver Überwald, where Wulfie sat slumped against the window.

“Excuse me.” I raised a hand to rap on the glass.

Griff grabbed my wrist and spun me around. “What the hell was that about?”

“The bargain I mad