Perhaps this was not a good idea…
“Nah, keep walking. If he is not there, we can wait until he returns.”
…
I have a feeling my wolf just likes to watch the world burn.
Iodor’s room was on the third floor, a corner suite. The same perks I enjoyed as being part of the Lycan family.
I knew the number because Jane had once pointed it out while gossiping about how unfair it was that he got the biggest.
I reached the door. Raised my fist.
Hesitated.
Aria snorted. “Letty, come on! You are already here.”
“I know, but…” I paused.
What was I going to do?
“Setting boundaries,” Aria reminded me.
Right…
I knocked—three sharp raps—before I could talk myself out of it.
The door opened quicker than I expected.
Iodore stood there in a black turtleneck and dark jeans, hair still damp
