***James***
"Okay....I yield. DAMN...I want what you've got," Richie says, collapsing in a breathless heap on the public green of Kensington Palace Gardens.
"I did warn you," I remind him, holding my hand out to help him up. He waves it away and rolls onto his back. I elect to join him on the grass staring up into the blue sky above.
Aside from the continued rawness from the loss of my father; life was damn good.
"Serena alright? She looked dreadful yesterday, not gonna lie," Richie remarks with concern.
"She is super, Rich. Her wolf returned to her last night during the full moon," I inform him.
"I'm gonna pretend that means more to me than it does," Richie says.
I smile.
"For the record...I am very sorry that I involved you in all this. A burden of knowledge can be hard to bear s
