CHAOS.
I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.
My head was still spinning, and my lips still tingled from the kiss. I needed air, space, anything to stop me from going back in there and losing control all over again.
The hallway was dimly lit, the shadows pooling around the corners. I didn’t get far before I heard the sound of footsteps, then a familiar voice.
“Still on your feet, Graves?”
Valtor strolled toward me, his lips twitching into that half-smirk he always wore. His eyes flicked up and down, taking in my disheveled appearance.
“Thought your lycan strength meant you’d heal faster,” he added, gesturing vaguely toward my side where the bruise still ached.
“Funny,” I muttered, leaning against the wall as he stopped in front of me.
We squabbled the way we always
