Nineteen.

Zane

This was the furthest she had made it. But I don’t think she even knew how far she had travelled. A few more metres and she would have crossed the boundary line.

I had been alerted to a fight that had gotten out of control. I don’t know why, but I honestly thought we had a bit of a break through, that she wouldn’t run, until Mila linked me.

And now, with my hand latched around her throat, she stares back at me with wide caramel eyes. The reality of my words hitting her like a wave. Her heart is erratic, her chest hikes up and down as her own thoughts run a million miles.

She was so damn beautiful even as the exterior cracked.

“Why?” She whispers croakily.

“Has it not sunk in yet, little wolf? I want you to myself. I don’t want another man touching you. If they do, I will cut their hands off myself.”

Her chest hitches up at my words and I use the moment to press myself up against her as I release my hand from her neck and rest them on the swell of her hips.

The clothes are plaster