"You came," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerous.
Maren watched him, devouring with her gaze the neatness of his suit and the intensity of his amber eyes that now glowed with a wild light. Her inner wolf, which had remained in a deathly silence throughout the entire trip, suddenly woke up with a howl of recognition that made her falter.
She lowered her head quickly, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. In fact, she felt terrible about James; she knew she had stood him up in the worst way, but as soon as Thorne closed the door behind her, those thoughts vanished, erasing any trace of remorse.
"Go to the guest room on the top floor," Thorne indicated, pointing to the spiral staircase with a tense gesture. "You need to change or you’ll get sick. I’ll bring you
