Benjamin stopped on the steps.
He took off his evening jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
The silk lining inside the jacket still carried his body warmth. It was very warm.
I stiffened slightly.
"Benjamin."
I looked at his silver hair gently moving in the wind.
The color was very much like moonlight.
"If werewolf information brokers catch this moment, tomorrow's headlines will be terrible."
Benjamin laughed.
It was an easy, natural laugh.
"It is only a jacket, Olivia. Let them write whatever they want."
I looked at him.
His blue eyes were full of confidence, as well as consideration.
He was not afraid of gossip.
He seemed to believe more in truth and sincerity.
"Thank you."
I thanked him from the heart.
After a while, my car arrived.
Julian got out and opened the doo
