Christian POV
I stormed through the executive floor like a man possessed.
My wolf was snarling, clawing inside my chest, demanding blood. Vanessa's blood. The bastards who'd cornered Sophie in the parking garage. Anyone who dared threaten what was mine.
Employees scattered out of my path. Smart of them. I could smell their fear and see how they avoided eye contact. Even the fluorescent lights seemed to flicker as I passed, my supernatural energy crackling through the building's electrical system.
I reached my office and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the floor-to-ceiling windows. My hands were shaking. Actually shaking. When was the last time that happened?
Sophie's scent hit me like a freight train.
Vanilla and jasmine. It was everywhere—clinging to my clothes
