NIKOLAI
“WHO THE HELL are you?”
I set the bottle down, shoving my hands into my pockets, letting the silence stretch between us. I tilted my head, letting my eyes stay on her, watching every flicker of emotion cross her face.
I didn’t answer right away and she Just stood there, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Her eyes roamed over me—calculating—like she was trying to piece me into some world I didn’t belong in.
I smirked.
She could smell him on me. That much I knew. I could see it in the way her gaze flickered, the tightness in her jaw. Her mate. Her f*****g husband. The thought almost made me laugh.
“You’re human,” she finally said, her voice tight, clipped.
“And you’re his wife.” I let the words hang in the air, watching her reaction like I was savoring a
