Zephyr stood at the doorstep of Jason's home, fingers frozen above the doorbell. His heart was torn in half. A part urging him to ring the doorbell, the other half asking him to leave.
The driver was gone. But somehow the promise he made to the man to make things right with Sylvia still tormented him.
Zephyr's mind stirred. Memories of that night Jason made Sylvia his mate flooded in. He'd warned Jason never to show his face in front of him again, or at his home. He'd cut all ties with the man. But here he was, trespassing, and breaking the boundaries he set himself.
Heat flared in his chest. The voice in his head screaming louder and louder.
Go back, turn away.
But he stood still, unmoving, yet unable to ring the doorbell.
Zephyr's pulse throbbed heavily in his ears. He sucked in t
