*Freya*
Oh dear Goddess, what am I thinking?
Tuesday afternoon finds me standing on the steps in front of Zac's bachelor lodgings, an elegant townhouse located only five blocks away from the Morningstar home in Grosvenor Square. It isn't very large; Zac doesn't like to entertain, and I suppose he plans to move into the pack mansion when he marries.
Which she hoped would be rather soon.
I lift my hand to the large brass knocker and then quickly whirl around. "Would you just go away?" I hiss. River is loitering about six feet away from the bottom of the steps.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Someone has to walk you home."
"Zac can walk me home." I say.
"What if he says no?" He asks.
"River Morningstar, that is a perfectly cruel thing to say," I blurt out, my heart dropping into my stomach.
