Jocelyn
My palms were sweating like a motherf*cker and I couldn't make my heart stop beating so hard. I'm sure he could hear it. I'm sure that he was listening to my very human, very fragile heart and was thinking of all of the trees he could decorate with my body.
On the inside, I was a downright mess. But on the outside, all I kept thinking about was being the boss *ss b*tch I knew I could be. I raised my chin slightly, letting the old man examine me as I was him.
He looked like Danny. I hated thinking it because this man was obviously evil, but it was all there. The crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, the way his salt and pepper hair curled around his ears slightly. The jut of his chin. And his eyes. Those dark chocolate eyes. They were the same shade as both my mate and my son
