Author's POV
In the garden below, Jasper Lockwood stood rigid with distaste as Sonya Ward pressed herself against his arm, her perfume—something cheap and overpowering—assaulting his senses.
"Jasper," she purred, running her fingers along his jacket sleeve. "I'm so glad you came. It means everything to me that you'd visit."
His wolf, Orion, snarled in his mind. *This one reeks of desperation and lies. Get away from her.*
Jasper jerked his arm away from Sonya's grasp with barely concealed disgust. "Don't make a scene in front of her."
His eyes had already found the figure in the studio window. Even from this distance, even in the dim light, he knew it was Lina. He'd spent too many years watching her, obsessing over her, to mistake anyone else for his former lover.
Sonya'
