The car ride was deathly silent.
Nyra stared out the window, her reflection against the glass as the city lights flickered past. Her hand still tingled right where Kael had kissed her palm like a damn claim.
The moment the car pulled into the Blackfang Pack castle courtyard, Nyra opened the door and stepped out without a word. The wind hit her bare thighs, reminding her once again that she wasn't wearing panties. And whose fault was that?
She stormed toward the entrance, ignoring the murmuring maids. Their eyes dropped to the dress she was wearing, and their gossip grew louder.
Halfway up the stairs, Rheya appeared out of nowhere.
“Well,” she drawled, crossing her arms under her chest. “looks like someone had fun tonight.”
Nyra barely glanced at her. She was too exhausted to speak.
