#CHAPTER 25: An Aggressive Display

Sarah POV I turned to see Zane, of course, it was Zane, standing there. I didn’t see any ice cream. Too bad. I would have enjoyed smushing a cone of strawberry in her face. Chloe got off the boy and ran to me, and Zane walked calmly to my side. “Don’t cry, Grace, darling,” he said gently, and his daughter nodded and wiped her nose with the rag I think was meant for drying her brushes. “You rescued me again,” I said, hearing the little note of self-loathing in my voice and hating it. Part of me loved that he cared enough to come to my aid, but a bigger part didn’t love that I kept needing that help. “She had no right,” he said quietly, looking at the werewolf still on her knees. I looked as well. It was odd now just how physically unimpressive she looked. Without her screams and flashing eyes, she was just a woman in mom jeans and a red-black-stripped pullover that didn’t match her expensive brown shoes. “Why don’t you show her the error of her ways?” Zane suggested to me