SAMANTHA POV
I don't know why I am so nervous. I mean, Andrew is one of the nicest men I have ever met. He shouldn't blame any of this on me. I know I had no control over Adam's actions. But I also know people who are grieving aren't always rational. He could have warped what happened in his mind, because he is upset about losing his loved ones.
I mean, I did kill his son. He could be upset about the way I handled things. He could think I should have used nonlethal force. He could be disappointed that Adam never got his day in court.
"Do you think seeing me will be too much for him," I ask Daniel quietly as he follows the rental car's GPS?
"What do you mean? Too much? Are you asking about whether he can handle you being a shifter" Daniel asks, giving me a quick glance?
"No. No. Well, that too...But umm, I was meaning he might get upset when he sees me. I mean, Adam killed his wife, and now Adam is dead. And Adam is dead because I killed him. Andrew might resent me," I
