Chapter 121

Isla

The glass is still humming like it’s holding its breath when Zane moves his larger-than-life body.

One second I’m standing, the next my spine is flat on the floor. I can't even get up, not when there now is two hundred pounds of very warm, very solid, shirtless werewolf pinning me down. My brain is about three steps behind my body, but my skin? Oh, my skin is already screaming in blush.

“Zane