Zane.
Sharply, I inhaled when I saw her.
Jasmine stood just outside the car she had just stepped out of, the door still open behind her like it had been stunned by her too. I knew what to expect; I had sent the dress, the shoes, even the goddamn lingerie, which right now I was telling not to picture on her… but seeing her now, in the flesh, in that, was something else entirely.
For a second, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe properly.
I had arrived minutes earlier, standing just outside the entrance of the grand ballroom, sipping on a whiskey I didn’t want, pretending I wasn’t checking my watch every thirty seconds. But now she was here, and time didn’t matter anymore.
The first time I met Jasmine, my wolf stirred; it had been restless and aware of her, but it hadn’t spoken an
