Chapter 70 Seventy
- ARIEL’S POV
- I slammed the cab door shut, breath tight in my chest, my wolf practically clawing at my ribs the entire ride. The driver barely spoke as I rattled off the café’s name, The moment I stepped out,
- The hostess took one look at me and nodded, almost like she’d been waiting. “Private booth, ma’am,” she said, gesturing to a curtained section off to the side.