Chapter 82

• “Pipe down, Princess. You know where you are because you hauled ass up to our door and tried to take a look. The question he asked ... Are there more of you out there?” It’s a commanding deep, almost growl-like tone from a serious-looking man with a foreboding glare. That feeling of intimidation returns as he makes my braveness pipe down, and I return to still and calm mannered and stare directly at him.
• He’s a scary one and most definitely a wolf. Not that my sense of smell is working either. Tall, broad, physically hunky, and good looking in that bland, typical, dominant wolf way, and unnervingly very Santo. This in itself is weird.
• He’s Latino in accent, dark, tanned, handsome, and I swear he almost has Colton’s dark chocolate eyes, although his have hints of green that lighten them overall, and it somehow kills the whole smoldering look. He has an arrogant look and a slight downturn to his mouth— whereas Colton’s turns up—which gives him an air of aggressive superiority. Even when being a pompous ass, Colton always has a smiley quality to his face. Pretty boy ... cute ... dimples ... God, I miss him.