Jasmine's POV
Dominic.
Leaning against his car, hands tucked into his pockets, his silver-gray eyes fixed on me the moment I stepped out of the cab. My heart stuttered. My wolf stirred, whimpering and restless, pulling toward him with an intensity that rattled me.
I froze on the sidewalk, clutching my purse. "What are you doing here?"
"You wouldn't answer my calls." He pushed off the car, walking toward me slowly. "I got worried."
"I'm fine."
"Are you?"
His gaze swept over me, searching, and I resisted the urge to fidget. This was Christopher's house. Dominic's presence here complicated things in ways I couldn't afford right now.
"You shouldn't be here," I said quietly.
"Probably not." He stopped a few feet away, close enough that his scent wrapped around me, calming and intoxica
