Chapter 8

• Robert Montgomery POV:
• I'm feeling more energetic by the next morning, most of the wolfsbane having left my system. Since I have quite a lot of work to catch up on, I head into the office early. It's close to six in the morning as I pull the car into the vacant parking lot. The streets are still empty, so when I hear the soft groan, I look over my shoulder and see a familiar-looking woman carrying a trash bin out of the coffee shop across the road.
• I find myself staring at the wild red curls that frame a soft face with such green eyes unlike anything I've ever seen before. Her lips are pouty and distracting.