Chapter 36

• “Zane,” I whispered, my voice trembling as he lifted me effortlessly onto the edge of the sink. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, our breaths tangling in the charged air. The heat between us was undeniable—but so was the faint wince that crossed his face when I brushed my hand over his side. My heart clenched. He was still wounded.
• He’d fought twenty rogue wolves tonight—hungry for power, desperate to dethrone him. He shouldn’t even be standing, let alone… doing this. “You’re hurt,” I murmured, touching the bloodstained bandage peeking from beneath his shirt.
• “I’ve had worse,” he said through gritted teeth, still refusing to let go. His lips grazed my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.