Alpha Dimitri’s POV
The tote bag slipped from her grasp and struck the floor with a dull thud.
I was moving before she hit the floor. One arm caught her around the waist, steadying her as her knees gave way and her body went limp against mine.
She weighed far less than I expected.
I frowned.
Carrying her to the bed took only a few strides. I lowered her onto the mattress with more care than I realized I was using. Her short ginger-red hair spread across the dark sheets, the vivid strands standing out like spilled blood.
My eyes swept over her.
Her lips were beginning to swell. Angry red hives mottled the skin of her neck, creeping toward her jaw beneath the edge of her scarf. One of her hands lifted weakly to her throat, her fingertips scratching at the irritated skin as though she
