Chapter 29
My reception back at clan headquarters didn’t go nearly so smoothly. Barring our slightly unsavory introduction and Angelica’s limousine episode, Stormwinder had always appeared suave and civilized in my presence in the past, so much so that I sometimes forgot he wasn’t a one-body human. But now a sharp bite of anger filled the air as my boss’s beast attempted to claw its way out of his furless skin.
“Leave us,” he said curtly, dismissing son and lackeys alike nearly as soon as they followed me into the room. Only once the older shifter had turned away to stare out the nearest window did I smell the underlying aroma filling the bookcase-lined study—gut-roiling fear.
Yes, Stormwinder was so angry he wanted to rip my throat out...but he was also piss-his-pants terrified to be l
