Dominick woke from his nap as the evening approached. He pulled back the heavy curtains, noting that the snow was still falling steadily, blanketing the grounds in a white shroud.
'I could never find the Alpha who wanted Jeniva,' he mused darkly, his mind wandering as he smoothed his clothes. 'I wonder which country he's disappeared to.'
As he descended the grand staircase, the delicate, floral scent of Jeniva reached him. He found her tucked into the corner of a large couch in the living room, cradling a steaming cup of tea. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat at the sight of her sitting so peacefully in the firelight.
'Is she not feeling anything?' he wondered, his feet moving toward her of their own accord.
