Devon’s
I stopped going to the morning briefings.
Skipped the infrastructure meeting. Dodged the delegation from Sylverin. I even sent Franco in my place to meet with the Senate Majority Leader, a move so out of protocol it had half the cabinet buzzing by the afternoon. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care.
Not when I could feel my wolf clawing beneath my skin.
Not when I could feel him watching Jimmie.
Waiting.
Craving.
Every time I caught the scent of Jimmie’s cologne, faint but stubborn, it felt like my ribs were being pried open. He’d been avoiding me, keeping his distance like he was afraid to breathe the same air. Smart. Maybe even necessary. I’d been barely holding it together since that hallway incident. Hell, I’m not even sure how I managed to stop myself from kissing him. Markin
