Kyra

　　I might die from a heart attack any second now. I'm standing in the shower booth and finding it harder to stand straight as Elijah enters through the door.

　　When my mate offered to get me cleaned up and took me to a human hotel, I didn't expect him to have hidden motives—I was wrong.

　　As warm water pours over my head, I stand there, jaw slacking to the floor as I take in the adonis closing the door behind him.

　　Elijah looks like he ...