CHAPTER 44
Erica's POV
(Jane)
I was already moving, stripping off the sleep shirt and yanking on the first clothes my hands found – a dark gray blouse and a pair of black tailored trousers. The image of Dante’s face, contorted in rage and pain as the wolfsbane took hold, flashed behind my eyelids. The memory was a cold fist clenching around my heart. Cursed, Clara had said, cursed to turn into a beast with every full moon.
I checked my reflection for a second, a quick sweep of my hair and a touch of lip gloss, even though it was almost insignificant. I needed to present a face of calm composure. I couldn't afford to let anyone see the trembling that still lingered.
I practically bolted out of the bedroom, the heels of my boots clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. As I reached
