Dave's POV
For a long second, Sheila just stared at me. Her mouth, usually so quick with a cutting remark, was slightly open. No sound came out. Her eyes were wide, the sharp, clever glint in them gone, replaced by something I hadn’t seen in years… shock. Maybe even a flicker of fear. My words—I’m yours for life—hung in the air between us, a challenge and a promise she couldn’t just brush off.
I held her gaze, my wolf stirring with a low, satisfied rumble in my chest. Finally. Finally, she sees us.
To keep my hands from shaking, I snagged a glass of wine from a waiter gliding past. I took a slow sip, the bitter red liquid doing nothing to calm the fire in my veins. I didn’t look away from her. I wanted to remember this, the one time I’d truly rendered Sheila Silverman speechless.
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