CELESTE’S POV
I had been in a good mood all day.
For once, I wasn’t sharing Kieran with a hundred pack members, or having to stand aside while he catered to his nine-year-old brat two thousand miles away.
I hadn’t spent one second wasting my energy worrying over Sera’s tedious, self-serving schemes.
Tonight was supposed to be ours, just like he’d promised—a private dinner at my favorite restaurant chain, a little wine, and maybe I could actually draw laughter out of him. Maybe I could nurse out traces of the Kieran who had adored me before Sera came into the picture.
And then, when everything went on spectacularly, I would do what I needed to do to secure my place once and for all.
Mark or no mark, nothing tied a man more firmly than a bed. And I was determined to get Kieran into mine tonight.
I had dressed specifically for it, too.
