Chapter 11
For fifteen interminable seconds, my body rebelled against explicit instructions to stay calm, cool, and collected. My chest heaved, my cheeks reddened, and I panted like a sprinter stuck at mile five of a marathon as I attempted to wrap my mind around the vision outside my shop. Had Sebastien really been this handsome when I ran into him the previous night?
Struggling to breathe against the vise-like pressure in my chest, I found myself tracing the human’s outline with hungry eyes. Sunlight glinted against jet-black hair and the lines of Sebastien’s jaw were so sharp that my hand rose without permission in an effort to stroke his stubbled chin. The human’s chest was as broad as any werewolf’s, his stance calm and confident. But it was his eyes that snagged my attention and dr
