Draven.
The fragrance of cedar wood and a hint of mint filled the hallways and staircase as I carried Meredith up the stairs.
Deidra and the others did a good job with the incense burner.
This way, anyone who would come up later, would never have to perceive Meredith's wild pheromones.
No man would be safe if Meredith remained at the ground floor, out of my watch. And that's why I decided to take her up, to handle her myself.
I glanced down at Meredith. Her chest rose and fell gently, her breaths, coming in softly.
I wished she would remain this way until morning when I would have found a much better solution.
"Draven, you and I both know you are wasting your time." Rhovan jested.
I didn't want to get into an argument with him. I refused to fall for his trick, so what did I do?
I sealed my lips, pretending my wolf was just an ugly voice in my head, and he hated it.
How did he think he could lure me into sleeping with this woman?
