A scream escaped her lips as she saw that, and the lights were immediately flicked on. Desmond was standing there at the kitchen island, staring at her with a raised brow.
“What were you so scared about?” he asked her, looking down at her fingers, which were being twisted in front of her.
“I'm sorry. I was scared.”
She let out a sigh of relief before looking around the kitchen, which looked beautiful. The kitchen island was in the middle of the room, a part of the wall glass from wall to ceiling, overlooking the forest behind the pack house.
Although it was still raining outside, the outside was brightly lit with lamps all around.
“If you're hungry, you can just make yourself something to eat.”
He was oddly calm from the rumors she had heard about him.
She stared right at him and di
