One hundred and Twenty five

 "I'm fine."

 Clearly unconvinced, he turned to Grace for an answer. The traitor sang like a canary before reassuring him, "She should be fully healed within the hour. Now I have to get back to my daughter. She'll wake up any minute now."

 Once Grace was gone, Marcus's gaze again locked on Kass . Anger no longer spilled from him, but she knew it was still there, simmering beneath the surface. Maybe everyone else was fooled by his laid-back manner, but Kass knew this wolf was as dark and dangerous as any predator.

The minute she'd met the enforcer, her wolf had sensed the danger in him, the intensity, and the power . . . and then she'd practically rolled over, panting, totally in lust. It was just so . . . undignified.

 "How are you feeling, gorgeous?"