Cyra

Monday evening, Yorick and I are once again in my room. I was teasing him and he’s prowling around, Thad hunting me in the small space. He tackles me onto the bed, growling against my neck and sending shivers through my body as I squeal.

His fingers begin unbuttoning my blouse when I hear my cell phone ring. I answer without looking, distracted as I watch Yorick kiss his way down my chest.

“Hello.”

“Cyra, are you ignoring my calls?” Shit! Stellan.

I push Yorick off me and sit ...