The elevator closed with a metallic echo that reverberated in my mind like a war drum. My eyes fixed on her, on her figure that seemed to tremble under the weight of something I couldn't identify, but that I knew perfectly well what it was. Damian. That damn wolf whose essence still clung to her skin, like a poison eating me from within.
I clenched my fists in the darkness of the corner where I stood, hidden among the shadows. My jaw tensed as I detected that unmistakable scent that wasn't mine. It was his. He left his essence on her deliberately, so no other male would approach her. Savage. I couldn't kill him. Not while that damned peace treaty remained in effect. But that didn't mean I didn't desire it with every fiber of my being. If only I could tear him from her life, from her memory, from her skin.
