*Bryant*
I leave word with Willoughby that I am to be notified the moment the Princess’ carriage pulls to a stop in front of my residence. Therefore, I am nearly at the front door as Leo walks through it.
“My…” I abruptly halt my greeting by grabbing him by the scruff of the collar and hauling him to the parlor. He is only a few inches shorter than me, but the way I'm feeling at that moment, I doubt even a man who towered over me could have dissuaded me from my purpose.
I'm in a foul mood. I went to bed aching with need. I had intended merely to play my lips over Madelyn’s, give her a sampling of my kiss, but somewhere along the way, my intentions wandered off course. It had been too late to go to Anne or any other she-wolf. So my frustration over what had happened with Madelyn is still
