Pull it off

My legs pace back and forth on instinct. My mind reminds me that I've been here before and how that turned out.

Looking through the one-way glass, I could see Tobias sitting at the table. His wounds have nearly healed, as it’s taken me almost a week to gain the courage to bring him here to talk.

“Baby," Wyatt grabbed my shoulders gently stopping my pacing, "You can do this. He is going to piss his pants when he sees you again. He knew when he came here what that meant."

I took a deep breath, “I know I can go in there and act tough. But I’m not sure if I’m ready.”

That was an understatement. How do you prepare yourself to face the man that led your mate to his death? The man who stole a father from a child.

The man who turned my entire world upside down twice now.

Wyatt frowned, “Do you want me to go with you?”

I shook my head, “I’ve got to do this on my own. I need to make sure he’s telling the truth. I will call out to you if I need anything.”

He pulled me towards him