Alexander:
I knew Serena was angry before she stepped into the room.
It was in the way she pushed the door harder than necessary, in the tension in her shoulders beneath the dark dress Helena had chosen, and most of all in her eyes.
There was a different kind of fire there tonight… it was sharper, deeper, something that wasn’t the usual irritation she wore like armor when I amused myself at her expense. My wolf stirred the instant her scent reached me.
Mate, he reminded me, and I found myself looking at her as I chose to ignore him.
I leaned against the edge of the table and watched her cross the room.
She didn’t greet me, lower her head, nor did she pretend to be pleased to be there. Her hands hung at her sides, but I noticed the way her fingers kept curling into fists. It made m
