Jefferson's POV
The car door slammed shut as Elisabeth collapsed into the passenger seat, her body melting against the leather like she'd been carrying the weight of the world. I gave her a moment before breaking the silence. "How is she?"
Honestly, I couldn't care less about some stranger's medical drama.
My wolf let out a low, warning growl from deep within, and I mentally snarled back at him. Fine, maybe something had changed in me after last night. Maybe I wasn't quite the same man I'd been before. But that didn't mean I was about to start playing saint for every random person who crossed our path.
Besides, her little emergency had completely destroyed the plans I'd made for Elisabeth this morning.
I knew exactly what I was, and I'd never tried to hide it. I was a bastard, plain and simple. No sugar-coating, no excuses.
