Kieran -
I stared at the blank parchment for the third time in as many minutes, my pen hovering over the cream-colored surface like a weapon I wasn't sure how to wield. How did one compose a dinner invitation to a woman who was technically your prisoner? What tone struck the right balance between courtesy and authority, between host and captor?
Miss Montgomery, I wrote, then immediately crossed it out. Too formal. Too distant.
Catherine, I tried instead, but that felt presumptuous—an intimacy I had no right to claim despite the way her name seemed to burn itself into my consciousness every time I thought it.
Which is constantly, my wolf observed with satisfaction. As it should be.
"Having difficulties with your correspondence?" Lucas's voice cut through my brooding, and I looked up to
