Kimberly POV:
The airport was my sanctuary.
My phone buzzed. Transfer complete. Malibu is yours. Pack Dissolution filed.
I sat in a quiet corner and opened the cooler. The vial sat in dry ice—my unborn child, suspended in time.
I pulled out the parchment. The Blood Pact.
I sliced my palm with a silver penknife. Blood hit the paper. It hissed.
I, Kimberly of the White Wolf, reject you, Alpha Graves.
The bond in my chest ripped open. It felt like a heart attack, sharp and blinding. Then... silence. The constant background noise of Graves’ emotions vanished.
I packed the parchment and the vial into a bio-hazard box. I labeled it clearly.
"Courier," I told the clerk. "Kramer Tower. Priority."
I dropped my phone on the tile and crushed it under my heel.
"Flight 815 to Bali," the announcer called.
Graves was taking Alex to Paris tomorrow. Let him have Paris. I was going where the sun would burn his touch off my skin.
