Chapter 11
The vehicle, unfortunately, didn’t belong to Sebastien. Instead, the first car passed by along with another half dozen during the next fifteen minutes, and I huddled back into my nakedness as cold expanded outward from my bones to freeze my increasingly sluggish blood.
Then icicles fled in an instant. There was Sebastien’s familiar sports car rolling up the hillside toward me. There was my mate slamming the door in his haste to reach my side. And there was the warmth I’d craved as Sebastien enfolded me into his protective arms.
I would have gladly stayed like that forever, but my not-quite-mate pushed me away far too quickly. Slipped out of his own trench coat and draped it around my shoulders before pressing my frigid fingers up beneath his shirt so he could sandwich them ag
