Kendrick
Kimberly didn’t look back as she left.
I didn’t need her to.
I could still feel her presence in the air, the heat of her defiance lingering in my blood like a slow-burning fire.
And I hated it.
I hated that she got under my skin.
I hated that, even after she was gone, my body still burned from where I had touched her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I clenched my fists, forcing my wolf to settle, forcing my emotions back under control as I finally turned to face the woman who had so rudely inserted herself into my evening.
Cindy.
She was smiling—smirking, really—as she closed the door behind her with deliberate slowness, as if she were sealing the room away from the rest of the world.
Her confidence was suffocating.
She walked toward me, her hips swaying, her eyes gli
