A few moments before...
Ethan closed the door behind him, letting the quiet hum of the skyscraper's systems drown out the lingering tension. His steps were slow, measured, but his mind was racing.
Emma Fenrir Duskhaven.
He had known the moment he laid eyes on her. Those lupine eyes, that sharp pride, the strength thrumming beneath her skin like a storm waiting to break. She wasn't like the others. Not like Trevor, not like Lamair, not even like his wives. She was something older, rawer.
A predator that had learned restraint only because it chose to, not because it had to.
And she was his soulmate.
He leaned against the walls of the skyscraper, tilting his head back and letting out a slow breath. His mismatched eyes glowed faintly in the early sunlight.
"She thinks I'm after her body," he muttered to himself, lips curving into a half-smile. "This is new. She's really a monster, huh?"
