Page 141 of Ice Wolf
Not now. Not… now.
I still was unsure of the plan my father had in mind, but it had been obvious by the numbers of papers he’d had strewn across his desk he’d been busy since I’d gone to him for help.
I’d had nowhere else to turn. Damien’s threat had been real. I’d felt it in my soul. I’d always known the man was power hungry. I just hadn’t realized the desperate attempts he’d go to reach whatever brass he was going for.
Including sending me flowers at Saint’s house. What kind of man did that? The answer kept my anger level high.
A bastard like Damien.
At least my father had found out the woman Damien was originally set to marry had been two-timing him. Good for her. With some crazy mandate that all partners of the firm were required to have a family, he’d set his sight on what he’d thought were easy pickings. I had a feeling he’d been made partner because I was part wolf and not because he’d dumped me for the right girl. At least that gave me something to smile about.
After the man was professionally castrated, I had every intention of handling a very personal dose of what happened to a two-timing man who’d roll over anyone to get what he wanted.
I had the perfect scissors in mind.
As I jumped into the car, I thought about what I’d say to Saint. He deserved an explanation of my weirdo behavior. Just thinking about the look on his face when the flowers had been delivered had driven a knife through my heart.
Dull, serrated, and rusty.
Just like I deserved.
Maybe I’d been crazy to try to protect him, but I had no doubt the big, bad wolf would erupt from the darkness the moment Saint learned what Damien was attempting to do. As I headed for the freeway, all I could think about was how hot the man looked in his hockey uniform.
This was his big night and I wasn’t there.
The fury inside me continued as I drove, constantly looking at the time. If traffic continued smoothly, I’d only miss the first period.
When I noticed brake lights ahead, I issued a ragged groan. “No. No. No!” Luck wasn’t with me today. I wasn’t certain if I’d ever had much luck.
Who fell in love with a werewolf? Shifter.Get it right, girl. Shifter.
As soon as I slowed then was forced to roll to a complete stop, I smacked my head against the steering wheel. This just couldn’t be happening to me.
The sound of my phone brought a sense of hope, the special ring one I’d attached to Vicky’s number. I snatched it from the passenger seat as I craned my neck to try and see how far the line of traffic went.
“Hey, Vic.”
“Hey. Are you at the game?”
“No. I had to go to my dad’s house. Now I’m stuck in traffic.” Every single lane was stopped on this side of the highway. Oh, this was great. Just great.
Vicky was way too quiet.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, resisting blowing the horn like a few other idiots. Like that would do any good.
“Are you back with Damien?” Her tone was accusatory.
“Are you kidding me? That asshole is the most horrible piece of garbage I’ve ever met.” With the last couple of days a whirlwind of activity, I hadn’t found a chance to tell her the shitstorm Damien was attempting to create.
“Then why is there a picture of you kissing him with a time and date stamp of a couple days ago?”
“What? That’s crazy.” I shrank back as soon as I realized what she was talking about. “Where did you hear or see this?”
“It’s all over social media, girl. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but both you and Saint are being crucified on about every platform. There’s more. Did you know Damien has an Instagram account?”
“Yes, but he rarely posts.”
“Not any longer. He was busy posting pictures of the two of you with comments about getting married.”
