"Penelope Winter. It has been a long time."
A man with salt and pepper hair and dark eyes smiled, standing from behind his desk and walking around to embrace her. There was a hard arrogance about him that seemed to give way to the familiarity of someone he knew well.
Zagan's hand that had been at Penelope's back clenched shut as she left his side to accept the hug. He may not be a lycan with the wolf senses that they had, but he still had a sharp sense about others that carried over from being a vampire—even if it was duller than before. And he immediately disliked this man—especially with the way that he was looking at his mate and touching her… his hands lingering too long around her when the embrace should be over.
"Peter. It is nice to see you again," she replied too warmly. "This is my husband, Zagan."
