NINE

LAURA.

Turned out his name was Steve—This beautiful soul that saved me from a catastrophe waiting to happen.

To me it was the most beautiful name, and a part of me felt I owed him.

In a way I couldn't help looking back at his face.

It seemed quite reflective, and so radiating that I could almost see my face in it. It's Steve's face of course. Long dark hair, matching eyes that were piercing deep into my soul, a smooth voice that sounded like music to my ears—it wasn't just my wolf clinging to this very gorgeousness. I was as well.

“ . . . What would you like for dessert?" It was the first time he was speaking at that table.

During that short while I could tell that he rarely spoke, and when he did, it was beautiful. So breathless…breathtaking.

Seeing that I was being indecisive, he beckoned to a maid.

"Trust me on this one.” He winks. Turning his attention back to the maid that just arrived at his side of the table.

I turned to the other end of the table where the lady I had seen