Chapter 203
“You do know it’s wrong to keep a lady out this late. Don’t you?” I asked with zero effort. at hiding my irritation.
Jaden checked his watch. “It’s barely past nine, Kasmine. Besides, I have every right to keep you here for as long as I want. Your parents already gave you to me years ago, which means you are mine to do with as I please. Haven’t you gotten the memo yet, princess?”
That was it. I was done.
I opened my mouth, ready to rip him apart with every insult I had been swallowing all night, but I stopped when I perceived an unmistakable scent wafting into my nostrils
from the door.
Even though I hadn’t gotten my wolf yet, I could still tell the scent from anywhere.
What was he doing here?
My head snapped toward the restaurant entrance, and there he was.
Kester.
He stood just inside the doorway, scanning the room, his coal–black eyes locked onto me like a wolf that had finally caught the scent of its prey.
His black trousers were pressed, the sharp lines cutting clean down to his polished shoes. His shirt, dark and fitted, sat open at the collar, the first few buttons undone, exposing a sliver of warm skin. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the ink curling. along his forearm with bold strokes of black against tensed muscle.
Heat crept up my neck as the full image of his tattoo flashed across my mind. I almost smiled.
His thick, dark hair was slightly tousled as if he’d run his fingers through it in frustration while driving here.
My pulse roared in my ears.
He was angry.
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I felt it before I even saw the tight set of his jaw, the barely leashed tension in his stride as he moved toward me.
I sucked in a breath, gripping the edge of the table, trying to prepare myself.
Jaden was totally oblivious to the storm rolling in because he continued speaking, though I no longer heard a word of it. My world had narrowed to the man closing the distance between us with terrifying speed.
Before I could process what was happening, Kester was standing beside me, his hand wrapped around my wrist. My breath caught as he tugged me up from my seat in one. smooth motion. His other hand grabbed my purse from the table with an ease that screamed ‘ownership.”
His voice was low and rough, vibrating with suppressed fury. “Let’s go.”
Jaden’s fork clattered against his plate.
I barely had time to glance at him–before he shot to his feet, shoving his chair back with a harsh scrape against the polished floor.
“Excuse me?” Jaden’s voice carried an acute edge of disbelief as he held my other wrist in an attempt to stop Kester from pulling me away. He straightened his suit jacket with the other hand, his lips curling into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We weren’t done having dinner.”
Kester ignored him and pulled me out of Jaden’s grip. He turned, already leading me toward the exit.
Jaden stepped forward, closing the space between them and forcing Kester to pause. “I don’t recall inviting you to our date,” he sneered, looking up slightly to meet Kester’s gaze. Jaden wasn’t short, but Kester had a few inches on him, making a big difference, “You don’t have the right to interrupt.”
Kester’s grip on my wrist only tightened, almost hurting. He slowly turned his head, finally looking at Jaden for the first time.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“You think you have the right to keep her here?” Kester’s voice was quiet and lethal.
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Jaden scoffed, straightening his tie. “Your parents her parents gave her to me. That makes her mine, remember?”
I flinched at the words. I didn’t miss the way Kester’s jaw clenched, the flicker of something deadly in his expression.
Jaden had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with.
Kester exhaled through his nose, his patience razor–thin. “Let me be very clear,” he said, his tone dipping to something that sent a shiver down my spine. She is not yours. And if you ever put your hands on her again his gaze flickered briefly to my wrist, where Jaden had grabbed me earlier, before meeting his eyes once more, you won’t have hands left
to touch her with.”
The promise in his voice was ice–cold.
Jaden bristled. His mouth opened, maybe to argue or probably to push his luck further,
but whatever words he’d been about to say died in his throat. Because Kester didn’t wait.
He turned away, pulling me with him.
I barely had time to stumble into step beside him before we were out the door, the restaurant’s ambient chatter and soft music fading behind us. The cool night air hit my skin, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm raging inside me.
Kester didn’t stop walking until we reached his car his sleek black car that matched the dangerous energy rolling off him in waves. He opened the passenger door for me.
I hesitated, my pulse still racing. “Kester-”
“Get in, Kasmine.” His voice was rough, his grip on the door tight enough that his knuckles turned white. “Before I do something you’d end up hating me for.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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