Back at the hotel, Jane still could not calm herself. Curled up in the soft bed, she stared wide-eyed at the intricate patterns on the ceiling.
God.
This was simply insane.
After more than a thousand years, she had actually tasted love—and with a werewolf, the sworn enemy of her kind for millennia.
Sweetness, joy, fluttering excitement, racing heartbeats, warmth, stimulation—
A thousand emotions surged into her heart at once.
When they kissed, her mind had gone completely blank, but she knew what her heart desired. She wanted him to kiss her. That sense of fulfillment could not be described in words. In that moment, her heart had seemed to take flight.
Jane clutched the plush blanket and buried her face in it, writhing restlessly across the bed, not knowing what to do with herself.
An old house catching fire was hard enough to put out, let alone a thousand-year-old mansion.
Jane stretched out her delicate arm and felt around on the bedside table until she found a music player. She pressed play, and Jiang Hao's singing immediately filled the room. Listening to his voice, Jane seemed to feel as though he were right beside her, easing that restless feeling somewhat.
By now, Jane had almost fallen asleep to Jiang Hao's singing every night. It had become a habit.
"Ring, ring, ring."
The phone on the table suddenly rang.
The ringtone interrupted Jane's music, irritating her slightly.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
Jiang Hao's voice came through the phone, and Jane immediately grew tense.
When they parted earlier, they had exchanged phone numbers.
"What do you need?" Jane asked softly.
"I was just checking whether this phone worked. Also, I wanted to see if you were asleep," Jiang Hao said.
"I'm not asleep," Jane said quietly.
There was a two-second pause on