Prince Of Wolves

e thought to herself, just curious. “Yeah,” she snorted, “only if you call curious sitting in your window seat eyes glued to your nei

ren of their own, though Jacque didn’t know if that was by choice or because they weren’t able to have

r shenanigans. She had been sitting there for an hour already and was just about to give up when a black stretch limo pulled to the curb. Now isn’t this strange, she thought, a foreign exchange student arriving in a limo? She put the binoculars to her face an

at his entire face must look like. He was tall, probably six foot one or so, his hair was jet black, it was longer on top and she could tell that he had bangs that fell across his face sweeping to the left partially covering that eye. He had broad shoulders and from what she could see of his profile, high cheek bones, a straight nose and fu

eyes that held her in place. All her thoughts seemed to fade into the distance and she heard, or thought, she wasn’t quite sure which, the words, “At last, my Jacquelyn.” Ja

y added to his mysteriousness, over all he had a very masculine, very beautiful face. The shirt he was wearing was black and thanks to her handy dandy binoculars she was able to see that it fit closely to his form and

treet the mysterious guy was

es more trying to get her brain to work again, everything seemed so hazy. After blinking what fe

n answered, “What’s

ath and said “I think

e ya in 5,” Jen answ

great it was to have a friend like Jen who you coul

ly been diligently manning the phone, waiting for Jacque to call with details to the latest sma

y said simpl