I paced the length of my suite, stopping occasionally to glare at the door. My plan was set. I'd just called Lyra, deliberately speaking loudly enough for anyone passing in the hallway to hear, implying I was entertaining another man's attention. Now I waited, my heart hammering against my ribs, wondering if Kaelen would take the bait.
But as minutes ticked by, doubt crept in. Maybe I'd been wrong about his possessiveness. Maybe he truly only saw me as the convenient mother of his heir, nothing more.
I flopped onto the edge of the bed, deflated. What was I doing anyway? Playing childish games instead of confronting him directly about his high-handed behavior? This wasn't me.
Just as I was about to give up, my wolf perked up. *He's coming.*
Seconds later, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Heavy, purposeful footsteps that could only belong to one man. I scrambled to my feet, smoothing my silky nightgown and tossing my hair back.
