Zara POV

Timothy's Rolls-Royce glides past a jewelry store, and I tap his shoulder. "Stop here."

His wolf—Havoc—stirs uneasily through the bond I can still faintly sense, even after our divorce. I ignore it.

The pearls catch my eye immediately. Perfect for Lavinia. I know her taste—it's one reason she chose me over Stella three years ago.

Timothy reaches for his wallet at the counter.

"Don't." I pull out my own card. "I don't use your money anymore."

His jaw tightens, but he says ...