Estelle's POV
Dante froze. "...Snacks?"
Theron looked up, his expression unreadable.
"You two seem very absorbed in your conversation," he said after a beat, his tone so light it was almost devoid of emotion. "Snacks might be more appropriate."
The air stilled for a second.
My wolf let out a soft, amused chuckle in my mind. "He's warning Dante. Very elegantly, too."
I paused, clearly not following. "What?"
"It's obvious. He thinks you and Dante are getting too close." My wolf's voice carried a trace of excitement.
"Don't be ridiculous."
At 2:00 p.m., the plane touched down. The moment the cabin door opened, a wave of heat rushed in—like stepping into the scent of another continent. The air was thick, humid, and carried traces of unfamiliar plants.
The smell alone knocked me out o
