Ruslan’s City Apartment
Polina hesitated, listening to the fading footsteps. She picked up her clothes and slowly made her way to the bathroom. She cleaned herself up, simply dampening a towel and wiping her body. Only there did she realize her hair was loose. She hastily braided it. Washed away the remnants of her makeup. She found the hair clip and pins on the bedside table, on the side where Seversky had slept.
The girl entered the kitchen. The man stood with his back to the door, drinking coffee.
"That was quick. Your coffee is on the table — black with milk, no sugar," — he said without turning around. The wolf was irritated that his mate had washed away his scent. Only a faint trace remained in Polina’s hair, and that was not enough for the beast.
"Thank you," — Polina said autom
