Hearing Addison's words, Zion finally took a step back, biting his lip. He didn't want to seem selfish or unreasonable in front of her, yet sometimes a werewolf's instincts were stronger than logic.
"I… I'm sorry for losing my composure," he muttered, his voice low and hoarse.
Addison, who had been ready to slip away, froze at his words. Lately, it felt like all she ever heard from Zion was apologies, something she still struggled to reconcile with the arrogant, prideful image of him etched in her memory.
But this time was different. This time, he apologized immediately, of his own accord. Could she take this as a sign of his growth?
Seeing how things were turning, Maxwell subtly signaled Levi to follow his lead. He slipped an arm around Addison's waist and guided her back into her room. Levi caught the signal right away.
