Sylvia's POV
I straightened my shoulders and looked up, coming face-to-face with Zane's thunderous expression, his features twisted with barely contained rage.
"Well, this is new. Changed careers lately?" I couldn't help the sarcasm that dripped from my voice.
Zane's expression faltered momentarily, confusion replacing anger. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing much. Just noticing a particularly entertaining clown lurking outside my building." I shrugged with deliberate casualness. "Move aside. Where I come from, we say good wolves don't block the path."
His face transformed instantly, all pretense of civility crumbling away.
The carefully styled hair and designer clothes couldn't mask the ugly expression taking over his features.
"What the hell is your problem?
