Ugh. Sometimes seeing the future really shoots stars.
Grabbing the marble counter, I close my eyes and fight the urge to growl.
I’ve been hiding in here since Grey deposited me in the bath an hour ago. But I can’t stop thinking about his strong arms, how they wrapped around me in protective bands as he shadowed me to one of his lairs.
Fates, I can’t believe this is finally happening…
I waited for Grey on the icy shores of Kodiak Sector for days. I almost worried he wouldn’t arrive.
But then he did.
And now we’re here.
With me hiding in his bathroom like a coward.
I wince.
Enough.
I am not this woman.
I’m a Z-Clan Omega who has survived hell.
I can survive this destiny, too.
Straightening my spine, I head toward the door, aware that all I’m wearing is a robe. But Grey didn’t give me any clothes. Probably because he doesn’t have any that will fit me.
I’m only five foot three.
Grey is… well, he’s at least a foot taller than me. Probably closer to six foot four. His Z-Clan genetics make him rather large.
I bet his wolf is huge, too.
And other parts of him.
I clear my throat.Don’t think about the Alpha’s knot, Ash. Or his beast. Just… just step through the threshold and?—
A knock sounds at the door, making me jump a foot backward with a yelp.
“Ashlyn?” Grey’s deep tones easily carry through the wood. “Are you all right?”
“Um.” I close my eyes and take a breath.
This is ridiculous. Stop hiding and go face your fate,I tell myself.
Sighing, I return to the door and gingerly push it open.
“I’m… I’m fine,” I tell him. Just… just adjusting to the temperature change.”What a ridiculous statement.I’m a shifter. I was healed and fine within five minutes of arrivinghere. He knows that. I know that. But, fortunately, he doesn’t call me on it.
Instead, all he does is nod, like he understands, and takes a step back. “I made you some food.”
I blink at him, feeling even more like a lost fool. “Oh.” These are the types of things I typically foresee, but with Grey, my sight is… abnormal. “Thank you?”
He frowns at me, probably because my gratitude sounded like a question.
Because, well, I don’t know. “I’m sorry,” I say, shaking my head. “This is all just…” I pinch my lips to the side. “Can we start over?”
He arches a light-colored brow. “Start over?”
