ROSETTE’S POV
In that moment, I was breaking every rule my father had given me.
Stay away from him. Never meet with him alone. Treat him as the enemy he is.
Well, two out of three.
He was the enemy. That much I had no intention of forgetting. And it was exactly why I watched his every move, ready to draw my claws if he so much as breathed the wrong way.
A True Blood versus a pure Lycan. That ought to be the match of the century.
He moved deeper into the room, trailing his fingers along the edge of the mahogany table as if he were appraising a purchase. As if he already owned the place and was simply deciding what to do with it.
My wolf practically preened at his proximity.
Strong, she purred. Powerful. Handsome.
I told her to shut up.
“Your sixty seconds are ticking.” I kept my v
