Chapter 3After seeing Rose out and promising she would “think about” the other wolf’s offer, Ama returned to her office. Where she locked the door. She was in the habit of being honest with herself as well as others and so she didn’t even pretend to not know why she’d done that for the first time since coming to St. Francis.
Ama Bediako, daughter of an American tycoon/werewolf and a Ghanaian holy man/werewolf, wanted to play with herself.
Rose was attractive enough, but it wasn’t her long neck, freckles, curly red hair, or bottomless blue eyes that drew Ama. It was, quite simply, her audacity. She wanted Ama and made no secret of the fact.
She doesn’t know whose daughter I am. Maybe that accounted for Rose’s boldness. And, of course, there was her youth to take into consideration. She,
