Page 16 of The Wolf Prince

The stranger stops.

And every other thought in my head does, too.

Oh.

Well.

Hellloooo Stranger.

He's tall.

Not just tall.

Tall.

Broad shoulders fill out a dark suit that looks like it was made specifically for him.

Probably because it was.

That is not an off-the-rack body.

Or suit.

His dark hair is perfectly styled without looking like he tried too hard, and the sharp lines of his face belong on one of those ridiculously expensive cologne advertisements where the man is always staring moodily at the ocean.

I don't know who he is.

I do know he has absolutely no business looking that good behind a high school gymnasium.

At night.

Under a full moon.

My gaze travels downward before I can stop it.

Beautiful suit.

Expensive shoes.

Big hands. Very big hands.

Oh my Goddess, Aggie. Eyes up.

I force them back to his face.

He's watching me. There's something almost amused in his expression.

Great.

He caught me checking him out.

Kill me now.

“Sorry,” I say. “You startled me.”

His gaze moves over my face.

Slowly.