Freya
The moment I stepped out of Silvano's sleek black Aston Martin, I could feel the weight of dozens of eyes following me.
Artemis stirred restlessly within me, sensing what I already knew: Jasper was watching us from the building's entrance. His tall figure was unmistakable, arms crossed.
"I can come inside with you," Silvano offered, his hand resting possessively at the small of my back.
I shook my head slightly. "That would only complicate things."
Silvano's eyes narrowed, the gold flecks in his irises becoming more pronounced—a sign of his wolf rising closer to the surface. "I don't like leaving you here with him."
"I survived eight years under his leadership," I reminded him, my tone deliberately light. "I think I can manage a few hours."
His thumb traced a s
