Chapter SEVEN

Her bed was surprising comfortable, the mattress firm like he preferred. But most important, it was covered in her spicy sweet scent. Konstantin had showered upon arrival, and at her insistence, before dropping like a fallen tree onto the thing. He didn’t know how many hours had passed, but he was awake now and the bulk of his injuries were healed.

His stomach rumbled loudly. Damn. He was starving. Healing did that to him, and every other Shifter, he supposed. He stretched and winced at the pull of his skin in some places where the scabs had yet to form scars. Those would be gone in another day or so. Yawning he sat up and saw he was not alone.

“Hello,” Konstantin said and offered the child a small smile.

This was Yasmin’s son. He’d seen pictures of the child on her cell phone wallpaper. He was small, but still young, and he looked just like his mother.

“Hello,” the boy replied, and he could see the child was weighing the man in his mind.

“My name is Konstantin.”