Louve was drenched….utterly, miserably drenched.
Water streamed from her hair down the back of her neck, her shirt glued to her body like wet paper. Her breath was shaky, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she climbed the stairs. The elevator had gone out just as the lights flickered and died.
“Of course,” she muttered, her voice tight with frustration. “Just perfect.”
Thunder cracked overhead, shaking the building’s bones. The stairwell was hot and stuffy. Rainwater soaked through her clothes, but it was hard to tell if she was sweating or if the heat came from inside. Her cheeks flushed. Her feet dragged. Each stair felt like a mountain.
She huffed, brushing the wet hair from her eyes. “How unlucky, damn that Alpha. Why did he come over with his minions?”
Her tongue rolled ove
