Zane.
It was deep into the night when Reed and I finally left the bar. The fucker was prepared to spent the night there before I dragged him out.
As the leader of the pack warriors, his senses still remained largely alert even when he was soaking drunk, like right now. “I could have spent the damn night with Sasha, if not for you, Zane. Why the f**k do you keep c**k-blocking me?”
“Sasha has never once let you hit despite all your flirting.” I said flatly, sauntering along the dark path. “After all these years, you think she'd finally invite you to her bed, now?”
“Enough about me.” He snapped, narrowing his eyes at me. I felt his stare burning into the side of my face. “Are you going to tell me the real reason why you left the city? Why you're reluctant to go back to your damn house?”
