Tiana
We walked through the quiet pack house together, Kaius leading me to a part of the building I had never been in as a servant. The private lounges for high-ranking wolves and their guests.
The night air was cold, but he noticed me shivering and shrugged out of his hoodie without a word.
“Here.”
“You’ll be cold,” I protested weakly.
“I run hot. It’s a Blackthorne thing.” He draped it over my shoulders anyway, and the fabric was warm from his body heat. It smelled like cedar and bergamot.
I forced a chuckle then quickly muttered a thank you.
We reached a door at the end of a quiet hallway. Kaius paused before opening it, turning to look at me with some seriousness in his expression.
“Are you sure you want to be alone with me tonight?” he asked softly.
The question hung between
