135. Athena
"I see," I said. My voice was soft, curiosity weaving through my tone. "How did you know I was ready though?"
Lorenzo's hand brushed gently against my face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear making jitters run down my spine. The warmth of his fingers lingered longer than necessary, tickling my skin and making me smile shyly. This man was dangerous—not just in strength, but in the way he knew how to unsettle even the strongest of she-wolves.
"I just knew," he murmured simply, his dark eyes holding secrets I wasn’t sure I was ready to unravel.
"Really?" I challenged, arching a brow.
His lips quirked into a half-smile as he clasped my hand, guiding me toward the mansion. Behind us, Diego turned back and disappeared into the forest with swift, purposeful strides as
