WICKED PROVIDENCE Book 2
Obligingly, Edgar stepped out, holding a black silk umbrella over Hudson as the Alpha stepped into the mud.
On the soaked stones lay Jenny, looking like a broken bird. Rain streamed down her face.
The first thing she noticed was a pair of hand-stitched, midnight-black leather boots. Raising her gaze, she saw a handsome male with a towering, powerful silhouette, wearing a dark mask. The mask only added to his mystery and allure. Jenny’s heart hammered against her ribs. She knew it—the owner of such a vessel was a Great Wolf.
Hudson leveled his gaze with hers. His voice was a sub-zero growl. “Be honest with me, scavenger. What is your true play? I am running low on patience, and you would not
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