KASMINE.
The car pulled over at the parking lot, and only then did I realize how much I had missed home. It's been a few weeks since I last visited.
The pack was busy as usual, with people going about their usual activities.
We arrived less than five minutes after our heated session. It took me a surprisingly short time to arrange my hair. My hands trembled as I adjusted my dress, smoothing out imaginary creases.
I reached for the door handle, my fingers curling around it, ready to bolt—but before I could step out, a strong hand latched onto my arm, pulling me back.
A breath hissed between my teeth.
"Let me go," I snapped, whipping around to glare at him.
Kester's deep green eyes locked onto mine with an amusement that made my stomach churn.
"Behave yourself. Don't go showing every
