Yesterday Sleep didn't come easy.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him that silver-haired Alpha with the pale green eyes and a voice that could cut and caress in the same breath.
Damian Vale. Now it was morning already
Even thinking his name made my skin prickle. My wolf wouldn't calm down either, pacing restlessly beneath my skin like it was searching for something. His scent still lingered faintly on me dark, heavy, intoxicating. I'd scrubbed my skin raw last night, but some part of me still felt tainted.
A sharp knock pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Aria?" Kaelen's voice. Steady, but with that edge of concern he could never quite hide.
I pulled on a light sweater before opening the door. "Yeah?"
He took one look at me and frowned. "You look like you didn't sleep."
"You sound like my mother," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Yeah, well," he shot back, crossing his arms, "your mother doesn't have to smell whatever the hell that is on you."
