Chapter 241. To the Hilt

He had the nerve to lie to her, not even a good lie at that. How pathetic. At least she deserved the effort of a good lie, no?

Aubrianne was raging, and Zayne was ready to settle this now. Goddess, he could not have her thinking that of him, especially not when she was all he could think or breathe, "Command me."

Zayne said he had been reading up on white wolves, so he knew only a few things.

They can command anyone. That is why their captors always keep their mouths bound. "Tell me the truth about the woman's scent on your clothing."

Aubrianne eyed him curiously, but she did not hesitate.

"I don't know, but I suspect it is what I sprayed on myself at the poolhouse, assuming it was cologne. By your question, I am obliged to believe it was indeed perfume and not cologne."

Aubrianne breathed a sigh of relief, her head resting on the headrest; she closed her eyes. Shaking off that feeling that had threatened to strangle her.

"But I smelt good,