WILLA’S POV
Lewis’ arrival was both a boon and a curse.
A boon because it was the slap in the face that I needed to wake up from the spell of Gallahan’s addictive existence, scent, kiss and touch.
A curse because Lewis, as much as I loved the man, was an oblivious human fool.
“Come on,” I whispered impatiently, pulling him along with me.
Unfortunately for me, he was a big man who wouldn’t budge with just a bit of tugging and pulling.
“But Willa, there’s a bit of blood on your fingertips!” Lewis took my hand, lifted it close to his face, and inspected my fingers. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I am not hurt,” I answered quickly, pulling my hand free from his grip. “But you will be, if you don’t come with me this instant.”
Lewis frowned and crossed his arms. “What’s going on with you? I looke
