R A V E N N A
A few hours later, I was finishing up folding Kai’s laundry when I heard a soft knock on the door. I expected it to be one of the pack members needing something or maybe even Zane dropping in to tease me again. Instead, when I opened the door, no one was there, but sitting neatly on the floor was a black velvet box, a bouquet of deep red roses tied with silver ribbon, and a sealed envelope with my name written in Zane’s familiar handwriting.
My breath hitched.
I bent down and picked them up carefully, fingers trembling just a little as I opened the letter first. The thick paper was scented faintly with pine and musk, Zane’s scent.
Ravenna,
Tonight isn’t about duty. It isn’t about titles or roles or responsibility. Tonight is just about us, two people who found each other
