Mathilda
"Have you ever thought about running away with a much younger and good-looking guy?" James asks, eyeing me with interest as we walk into the premises of the Blackwood pack house.
"What do you mean by that, James?" I turn to him, straightening my black leather jacket. I can see Odette staring at him with a wry look from his behind.
"Never mind." He offers me a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, after throwing one look at Odette. Then he tucks his hands in his pockets as he walks ahead of me, whistling.
I had announced that I was visiting the pack house and James decided to tag along with us.
He's been acting weird ever since I and Cahill arrived from Bora Bora. I can remember how he hugged me like we were lovers after pressing a kiss to the side of my mouth. This of course made Cahill agitated and she pulled James off me.
