THE WICKED WOLF
Cornelia.
She was all I could see and smell and hear.
She was so close.
Close enough that if I wanted to, it would be easy to close the distance between us and seal my fate.
But just an inch before her lips touch mine, a smile makes it to my lips. It held none of the warmth she was expecting. It held only wickedness. “I smelled you on Vasi tonight.”
She draws back, startled. “What? What do you mean?"
When I don’t immediately answer back, merely smiling at her in a way that makes her shudder, she shudders in fright.
“I don’t understand.” She breathes out, her face draining of color.
“I think you do.” I took a step closer, a predator stalking its prey. “I also saw nail marks on her wrist. My Vasi was bleeding, and I think it's because of you.”
“You’re mistaken, m
