ey

gray-blue eyes, and he tapped his index finger

" His low voice carried an unreadable w

eating scum of an ex," I bit out thr

e turning on his heel and striding toward

se, then hurried af

ta clerk was dozing off, but the second my companion stepped across

head as he stammered, "S-Sir, wh

ion," the man said, each word

ets of ancient parchment across the marble c

g healing, and even destroying an Inner Wolf-so it was strictly banned from daily dining or household use, kept only in registries to draw blood that wouldn't

e of his own thumbnail to nick his index finger, dropping a bead of dark, golden-tinted

my heart seized in my chest, and an invisible

my racing pulse. Because I was wolfless and lacked an Inner Wolf, I couldn't trigger the Moon God

g the heavy iron seal onto the parchment with sha

act, folded it neatly, and slipped it i

me blocked out the ceiling lights,

sounding as if he had just signed for a packag

d out a matte-black keycard, and

, my fingertips brushed again

ike live wires, so intense that

ge hand dropped, clamping around

a violent, unreadable storm surged

e rough and commanding. "Grays

ura, I shrank my neck and stammer

d my wrist, pulled a tissue from the box on the counter, and

ke a bucket of ice water, dousing every

e said, tossing the crumpled tissue into the trash bin

ure vanish into the bright sunlight, then looked d

s name, yet I had jus

d the keycard into my purse a

gged down a yellow cab and

ut cleanliness my new husband was,

ry

hand resting on my knee. My gaze drifted down to the fingers I had wiped

center of my palm still carried a faint, stubborn warmth, a

yes to the window. She was nothing but a stran

Graystone, unable to find the apartment and unable to call me-because she didn't even hav