MAREN’S POV
I remained standing in front of Thorne's luxurious black automobile, waiting for the sound of the central locking so I could take refuge in the back, as far away from him as possible.
But Thorne, with that exasperating parsimony, walked around the hood and stopped in front of the passenger door, opening it with a slow, almost gallant gesture, and looked down at me from his imposing height.
"Get in here, Maren" he said, with a low purr that always made my wolf spin in my chest.
"I feel more comfortable in the back… Professor" I replied, crossing my arms and digging my heels into the gravel of the porch.
Thorne arched an eyebrow, his silver gaze scanning me with an intensity that made me want to shrink. He was about to retort when my mother’s voice came from the threshold of
