The ride back to the penthouse was far different from the ride to the restaurant had been. The adrenaline of the “silent kill” and the high of the red suit were beginning to crash, leaving me with a heavy, hollow ache in my chest.
Darian sat beside me in the back of the SUV. His presence was a constant, radiating heat. I could feel him watching me in the reflections of the window. The Alpha who had just paraded his prize in front of his people. He was quiet, but it wasn’t the silence of the boardroom. It was the satisfied silence of a predator that had seen his territory secured.
I stared out at the passing lights of the city, my mind repeating his words like a skipping record. The Pack saw a Luna tonight. They will expect the ritual.
The red blazer suddenly felt too heavy and warm. I
