The heavy glass doors of the grand hotel did not merely open; they shuddered under the brute force of Julian’s entry.
He lunged into the sterile, white-marbled lobby like a predatory beast flushed from the underbrush. The freezing city rain rolled in thick, steaming streams down his face and soaked his leather jacket, dripping onto the pristine floor. His golden eyes, bloodshot and wild, swept the vast room. He wasn't tracking a mystical mate bond, the heavens had never granted him that mercy. He was tracking a scent he had memorized during the dark, horrific months he had kept her locked away on the mountain. It was the scent of wild mint, clean canvas, and the cheap, heavy sedative tea he had used to strip her of her senses.
"Sir! You cannot be in here!" A uniform-clad security guard s
