로그인“Ares, I need you to move.”For several seconds, Ares just stared at Irene before he realized how frightened she was and stepped away from the door.Ares stood by the door, his expression changing as he looked at her.“Forgive me, Irene.”“You really scared me.”“I know.” His jaw tightened. He looked away for a moment. His fangs had retracted, and he looked more like the Ares Irene knew, although his expression remained troubled.“Don't ever do that to me again,” Irene said.“I've spent a great deal of time making certain you never had reason to fear me. Tonight, I managed to undo much of that in a few minutes.”Irene stepped away from the door and crossed her arms, still trying to calm down.He approached the door but stopped when she looked at him.“May I go, or would you prefer that I stay?”Irene considered telling him to leave. She was tired, angry, and still upset about what had happened. But there were things she'd never understood about Ares, and tonight he'd shown her someth
Irene, you know why I did it.Irene stared at Kael's latest message, then put the phone in her bag.It was a little after three in the morning, and she was finally on her way to the Valcieri estate after finishing her shift at the convenience store.Kael had been texting her since he'd left. And by the time the car reached the Valcieri estate, she was exhausted and looking forward to getting into bed.She was surprised to find Ares waiting for her in the entrance hall.He was standing beside a small table, holding a glass of red wine.“Good morning,” he greeted her.Irene looked at him. “Morning.”He smiled and approached her, but there was something different about his expression.Normally, Ares seemed perfectly comfortable with whatever was happening around him. Even when he was angry, he rarely showed much beyond a change in his voice.Tonight, though, he seemed restless. His shirt collar was open, and his hair looked like he'd been running his fingers through it. There was also so
“Kael, let him go!”Irene rushed around the counter, but Kael wasn't listening. He had the young man by the collar, holding him against the edge of the counter so that the poor guy's feet were barely touching the floor.“Apologize to her,” Kael ordered.The young man was struggling to breathe properly.“I... I'm sorry, man. I was just joking.”“Did I ask you to apologize to me?”“No, sir. I'm sorry.”“Then look at her.”Irene grabbed Kael's arm. “Will you stop it? You're hurting him!”Kael ignored her, his eyes still glowing gold as he leaned closer to the young man's face.“You think you can speak to my mate that way?”The young man's expression changed.“Your... your mate?”He looked at Kael's eyes. “Oh, fuck. You're a lycan.”Kael tightened his grip. “Apologize.”“I'm sorry!” The young man turned his frightened eyes toward Irene. “Miss, I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know who you were.”“It's okay,” Irene said quickly. “Kael, he's apologized. Let him go.”“I was
Kael kissed Irene harder, and whatever was left of her annoyance started losing badly.He backed her toward the shelves until a cardboard box bumped against her shoulder.“Careful,” she murmured against his mouth.Kael stopped immediately. “Did I hurt you?”“No. You’re about to bury me under paper towels.”He glanced behind her.A box was hanging halfway off the shelf.“Very romantic,” Irene said.Kael reached past her, shoved it back into place, then caught her around the waist and moved her away from the shelving entirely.“There.”Irene looked around. “Well done.”His eyes came back to her. “Are you going to keep talking?”“Probably.”“I missed that less.”She almost laughed, but Kael leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.Then her cheek.Then back to her lips.His hand stayed around her waist while Irene held onto his shoulders. She could feel how hard he was trying not to crowd her, which was almost funny considering this was Kael.“I’m supposed to be working,” she whisp
“Can you cover the eleven-to-three shift tonight?”Irene looked at the clock on her kitchen wall.It was a little after six that evening, and she'd been looking forward to spending the night doing absolutely nothing.“Eleven at night until three in the morning?” she asked.“Yes, I'm sorry for the short notice,” Ms. Yoon said over the phone. “Iggie called in sick, and Lucia has a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, so she can’t cover.”Irene looked at Mr. Mustard, who was busy eating.She could say no. Ms. Yoon had already been more understanding than most employers would've been about her absence after the attack. But that was also why she felt bad refusing.“Yeah, I can do it.”“Oh, thank you, Irene. I really appreciate it.”“No problem.”By ten forty-five that night, Irene was back at the convenience store. She'd informed her security detail about the additional shift, and by the time she arrived, the familiar dark vehicle was already parked nearby.The first two hours were uneventful.
“Cyrus and I broke up.”Irene looked up from the register. “Again?”Blythe pulled the trash bag out from beneath the counter and tied it shut. “This one's for good.”“You said that last time.”“Irene.”“And the time before that, actually.”Blythe gave her a look before carrying the trash bag toward the back door.It was later that week, and the café had closed nearly twenty minutes ago, but Blythe had offered to stay and help Irene finish cleaning.Irene finished counting the register and put the money away.“So what did he do this time?”Blythe returned from the back and started wiping down the tables.“He asked me for money.”Irene looked at her. “How much?”“Two hundred. He said he needed to pay his phone bill.”“Didn't he borrow money from you last month?”“Yeah, and he still hasn't paid me back. Apparently I'm supposed to be understanding when he's having a difficult time.”Irene closed the register drawer.“Did you give it to him?”“No. I told him I couldn't afford it, and he







