Book 2 - Chapter 58

Paige's POV

"Lucien didn't do it," Carter said. He picked up a grape from the fruit bowl, ate one, and offered me the next one. I shook my head.

"Who did?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't really particularly interested in the story because it would've been more interesting if they'd said my father did it,"

I clenched my teeth. His answer wasn't what I wanted and his words were beginning to piss me off.

"Carter, who did?"

"Why do I think you're angry? I can smell your anger,"

"Because I need a fucking answer," I yelled.

"It was you, right? You're the girl in the story,"

"That's none of your business, I just need an answer,"

"No wonder that bastard hasn't marked you yet. He's probably stalling from marking a wolfless bitch,"

I clamped my lips together, forcing myself to swallow whatever it is I wanted to say.

"Listen, Carter. You can keep the tale, I don't want to know,"

I turned, ready to leave again.

"What happened to you was tragic,"

It was his game and the little time I'd spent