Mason was enjoying his evening with Josie. She looked stunning tonight. She was always a force, beautiful and wild. She didn’t even see it.
Her usually curly, unruly hair was pinned back, and her bust was emphasized interestingly by the keyhole cutout underneath. Her black dress, trimmed in black stones, hugged her curves and left her back bare.
He had been irritated with Eliza Silverbriar’s behaviour in the elevator. He knew he was trying to make Josie jealous, but chose to ignore her catty games. He didn’t know what she wanted from him. She was already set to become Luna of the Silver Pack. There was nothing he could offer her that she didn’t already have.
Just as he hoped, having Josie with him tonight kept scavengers at bay. He watched as her nervousness dissipated and her delight
