—Natasha's POV—
When I finally left the apartment, the sun was already high — too bright, too normal for what my night had become. The air outside smelled of rain and gasoline, and every sound felt too sharp, like the world itself was trying to remind me that I shouldn't feel this… calm.
Zane hadn’t stopped me from going out. He’d only watched from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze following me like a shadow.
“Going somewhere, little wolf?” he’d asked, voice lazy, but his eyes anything but.
“Just… shopping,” I’d muttered, pulling my jacket tighter. “I need air.”
"Air." He leaned to the side, that evil grin pulling at his lips. "Try not to breathe too hard. You still have that scent on you."
My heart leapt, and I despised him for it. I yanked the door shut beh
