Jane.

“What are you doing here, Vishal?” I ask him. “I thought I told you I would be coming to see you when my work is over. So why are you here at my workplace?”

“Tell me, why wouldn’t I be here?” Vishal asks. “I was so worried about you. I kept calling and calling, but you didn’t pick up my calls. My wolf started to panic, and I was worried as well. So I took a cab here to check what was wrong. How dare that trash touch what is mine? I should have killed him.”

“You don’t have to worry yourself about him,” I say. “You know, I...