CAINE
I stare at the bathroom door, bemused by how quickly Grace shoved me out, like we're teenagers caught in a compromising situation.
My tongue slides over my teeth as I adjust myself again, my body still raging with need. Especially after that brief moment where it seemed like she was about to—
A movement to my left catches my attention. Andrew. Coming out of the other bathroom with perfect fucking timing. Our eyes meet, and I catch the flicker in his expression before he manages to mask it. But there's no hiding his scent: discontent.
He inclines his head at me before lying back down on the dinette-converted sleeping area.
He woke up at a convenient fucking time, didn't he?
He'll be gone tomorrow. Back to his master's side where he belongs, Fenris reminds me, but the knowledge does nothing for irritation flickering through me.
I'd been so close to extending the intimacy with Grace…
It's not just about tomorrow, I snap at my wolf.
