Meredith.
"We will see," he said simply.
Just that.
I stared at him, half-annoyed, half-amused. "You're impossible," I muttered under my breath.
Dennis laughed lightly. "You're no fun," he told Draven.
Draven ignored him. His gaze settled back on me, cooler now.
"Go inside. Change your clothes."
His voice wasn't sharp, but it was final.
"Yes, Alpha," I teased softly, even as I turned to leave.
And as I walked away, towel clutched tight, I still found myself smiling because I had passed, and Draven's eyes were no longer cold as they used to be.
What one night of deep passion changed.
---
I didn't even make it up the stairs before Dennis appeared beside me, grin already in place.
"Draven gave you a week off. That's a reward worth celebrating."
"You mean actual rest," I corrected.
"And gifts," Dennis added, wagging his brows.
He reached into his pocket and held out a slim box.
I blinked. "What is it?"
"Open it."
