I had to bundle up properly; I didn’t want to get sick right in such a particular situation.
Alexander didn’t respond to that. He simply folded the clean diaper over his daughter’s stomach and peeled off the paper strips sealing the adhesives. His refusal to engage in conversation put me on alert, and my head started spinning with everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours. What had changed? Oh—of course. We were keeping our distance. How could I forget that after such an important argument? Being more aware than ever that there were clearly marked boundaries between us made my heart shrink just a little.
Well, after all, wasn’t he a prince of his kind? Who told me to fall for a werewolf prince?
Werewolf prince.
I frowned, and the intrusive journalist inside me smiled
