lon
to wash away the sickening stench of Dan and Laura's betrayal clinging to my memory. My hands sh
shut, sealing me in a quiet, leather-scented cocoon. Almost instant
an
ly against the lining of the bag, a pathetic rhythm of his panic. I leaned my head against the cold, tinted window, watching the glowing lights of the Blackwood Pack lands blur as silen
Indus
The lobby was empty save for the Pack Warrior guards, who gave me a confu
walked straight into Al
d winter frost-wrapped around me. Usually, his lingering aura made my skin prickle wi
iving, breathing thing, clawing
crystal bottle of his most expensive Scotch, popped the cork, and took a long, desperate pull. The amber liquid burned like
line on Kane's massi
warmly in my veins, stripping away my usual
purred through the speaker. "It's Krystal. You haven't
d a right to someone else's time and loyalty-snapped the last
voice dripping with a veno
the other end. "Excuse me? Who is this
t bore him," I snapped, slamming the rec
f self-loathing. I was losing my mind. I took another reckless gulp of the Scotch, turning
or. I didn't even hear t
he ambient scent of cedar and frost exploded into a
nearly droppi
arded, and his tie loosened. His stormy gray eyes locked onto me with a terrifying in
es under the sheer weight of his presence. But th
his large, warm hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, prying it effor
meet his furious gaze, my
e," I slurred, the words tumblin
cted never came. Instead, his jaw clenched, and a storm of unrecognizable emotions-worry, a dark,
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