CONNOR POV
I may have — or may not have — put a tracker in my mate’s purse.
And I may have — or may not have — cut a wire or two in her father’s car.
All’s fair in love and war, right?
And I was in love. Completely.
Not the mild, reasonable kind either. The full, batshit, Moon-blessed, heart-thumping kind.
The kind that made me do stupid things like sabotage vehicles and pretend my dog was sick just so I could keep a woman from boarding a train.
But come on — this wasn’t just the mate bond.
This was her.
Grace Callahan.
My bookworm, my cynic, my goddess of sarcasm wrapped in a thick scarf and still made her look like she’d walked straight out of some painfully erotic librarian fantasy. Specificallly mine.
I swear, I was developing a fetish for the way she glared at me through th
