Jessamine
There’s someone in my room when I return by morning. I know it because I smell him. Crisp winter and spice. Shoving my mother’s journal into my satchel, I twist the door knob and stop short when I see Alpha Kier in my bed, ankles crossed over the other, his hands locked behind his head.
His hazel eyes drop to my feet covered in black boots and rise from my riding pants to my tight shirt. They heat and he sits up. “Where were you?”
I shut the door behind me. “Since when do you care where I go? And did no one ever teach you that it’s bad behavior to lie on the bed with shoes?” He’s always had that terrible habit. Not that he ever noticed that every time he slept in his boots, I’d take them off for him.
Alpha Kier shrugs. “It’s fine if I say it is.” He brushes down on his…I pau
