CHAPTER 15

　　DACIANA'S POV 　　“You might want to re-do your hair and makeup.” He stared at me intensely. And I knew that his eyes mirrored the arousal that mine held. 　　_I wanted him, I wanted him badly._ 　　He looked at me like he finally realized what I was doing. “You're not wearing your mask?” 　　I smiled. “No. I asked for Jared to see me and asked him to show me how to wear the make-up for tonight because I knew that you don't like the mask, you prefer seeing my face, and tonight is for us, not for Howard or my father or his wife nor the pack members. It's for us.” I grinned, and for a minute, he looked pleased, and then he pulled me close to him again, our lips barely touching. 　　“Is it a crime if I want to kiss you again?” He bent down and groaned against my neck and sucked it lightly. 　　I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away lightly. “Yes. Because we won't make it to the feast on time.” 　　He growled and moved away. “By the way, isn't it a bonfire feast? Why dress like the fee