94. Athena
As he took me to the same room where he turned to his wolf and then chased me out of here, I felt uneasy.
That last time we had been here, everything had unraveled. The memory of that day still simmered beneath my skin, unresolved and raw.
But this time felt different. There was a fire in Lorenzo’s touch, a desperation that hadn’t been there before. As if something had snapped inside him.
Was it Javier?
The thought flickered through my mind, brief and bitter. The man who had once been my everything was now my torment, a shadow that refused to fade.
Was Lorenzo maybe angry because of him?
Maybe.
But right now, none of that mattered.
“I want you more than ever,” he growled, the sound vibrating against my lips.
His hands gripped the zipper of my dress, his teeth grazin
