Adea
The look on Devin’s face clearly told me I didn’t have an option. Shane wasn’t the only one to have changed. I noticed this at the meeting but my focus was mainly on his Alpha. Since the meeting, Devin had buzzed his black hair short. His lip was pierced and a small silver ring looped over his bottom lip.
I hadn’t seen it before but now that I could look at him up close, he had a black sleeve of skulls and flames that started at his right wrist and went up to his shoulder. He’s wearing white slacks and a loose silk tank. A silver chain hung from his neck.
“I don’t care what Alpha is or isn’t. He knows that perfection takes time and this,” Beka said as she waved her hand up and down my body, “is perfection. I don’t like to be rushed.” She has her hand on her hip and she’s glaring at Devin.
