Quirin

When Henry and I pulled up to the packhouse, I smelled her before I even opened the door.

“Quirin, where are you going?” Henry asks as I quickly make my way to the packhouse. I ignore him. I have to see her. It’s all I can do to keep Raif under control as he pulls me into the packhouse.

Once inside, the place is packed and I can’t see her, can’t find her. Raif snarls angrily and the party guests part like the Red Sea.

There, across the room from me, is Kennedy. My mate.

Raif ...