JIMMIE POV
All I could think about was leaving.
Just getting out of there.
Away from him. Away from her. Away from the suffocating luxury of those goddamn suites that somehow managed to make me feel like dirt.
I stood by the valet drop-off, marble floors gleaming under moonlight, artificial warmth curling around my chest like a choking scarf as I waited for my ride. But nothing felt warm. My hands were still clammy from dinner. My throat was still tight from the way she looked at me. The way she spoke to me.
Nadia.
That woman was a beast cloaked in silk. A wolf in red lipstick and weaponised charm. I could feel it-no, no, I knew it now. She was one of them. A werewolf. I wasn’t crazy. She’d called Devon an Alpha in front of Eleanor, no less. What the hell was she playing at?
And th
