เข้าสู่ระบบDraven POVMaybe because the answers I needed weren't all tied to seven years ago. There was another question I'd been too careful not to ask. One I wasn't sure I wanted answered.Was there a Mr. Wallace?Maybe it was safe to assume there was none. She would've gone straight home if there was a mate waiting, wouldn't she? I moved my car and parked at an easy exit spot in the parking lot. Then I got out. The conversation needed to continue. I had things to say.I'd barely made it to the door when something landed in front of me with a soft thud. I stopped just in time to avoid stepping on it.It was some kind of paper toy. A train, or something close to one.I bent to pick it up just as a child with a schoolbag hurried toward me. He reached for it, but I got there first.When I lifted my gaze, my heart slammed against my ribs as sharp, silver-gray eyes met mine.A boy. No more than a first grader.He stared back at me, his sharp gaze moving between me and the paper train in my hand.
Draven POVI made a careless U-turn and drove back toward the grocery store where she'd insisted I drop her off.The things she said stayed in the car with me. Sitting in the passenger seat where she'd been only moments ago. The words had been precise and aimed at exactly the right places.You were fine with the entire pack believing Carla was the one for you. You never once set them straight.I tightened my hands on the wheel.It had felt like a punch to the gut when she'd said it. Even now, it still stung like hell.She knows nothing. She didn't know that I had no choice. That I was bound by duty to act the way I did.But she wasn't wrong. And knowing this made my chest heavier than it had been before I asked.George was the only one who knew I had no interest in Carla Voss. He was the full extent of my courage seven years ago. One person. My best friend, who I had sworn to secrecy and used as a go-between. I'd asked him to keep the secret. Meanwhile, the pack talked, the elders
Layla POVThe car was very quiet.I had things I could say too. I could remind him of everything that happened before and after I ended it. How he had fueled every rumor without correcting a single one. How he had paraded Carla around after, letting the pack believe what they wanted to believe.How he had found me on the morning after graduation and looked at me like I was guilty.Was there a point in bringing any of it up? I stayed quiet.And he didn't push. That had always been one of the things I loved about him. The restraint, the discipline, the ability to hold a line without crossing it. Right now it just made the silence heavier.We reached neutral territory as the middle of the night settled properly over the road. The lights from the hospital's upper floors were visible above the tree line if you knew where to look.I knew where to look. I couldn't let him drive me all the way there."Here," I said, pointing by the roadside. "You can drop me here."He glanced at me. "We'
Layla POVHe didn't say anything else.He just parked, got out of his car, and rolled up his sleeves while peering at the engine with the same intensity he brought to everything. Then he got to work. I couldn't protest.Instead, I stood to the side and watched his hands move over the parts while telling myself that I was simply waiting for a verdict on my car.That's all I was doing.He had always had good hands. I had never forgotten that. No matter how hard I tried to. Strong. Perfectly shaped fingers. Hands that moved with intention rather than habit. I watched them now and could not stop myself from remembering what it had felt like to have him touch me. The surprising warmth of his caress. The way he had tilted my chin before kissing me.Seven years, Layla, I told myself. That was seven years ago.My heart didn't care about the timeline.He straightened. "Alternator."I blinked quickly, praying he didn't catch me staring."Alter... Is it bad?""It has to go to the workshop
Draven POVNash's report had been sitting badly since morning.According to his brief report, LongClaws warrior was seen staking out the border the night before Simon and the others were ambushed. That kind of detail didn't leave room for coincidence.George had motive. The lands and businesses I'd acquired before he could were among them. Dawn's Halo was the most recent. A small settlement near the Realm's western range that I'd snatched away before he could finalize ownership.He had gotten nowhere when he filed a complaint with the Council. Had he decided on a different approach? To hit me where it would hurt most by going after my Head Gamma rather than my assets?He didn't take my call. That's why I drove here.I saw her before I made sense of the picture right before my eyes.She was in George Hunt's arms. Right there at the entrance of his uncle's restaurant. The bamboo ceiling's shadow shielded them from the fading afternoon light, and his arms were around her like seven
Layla POV"You look well," Carla spoke at last."You too." For another long moment we just looked at each other across seven years. The table between us felt much wider than it was.Then I let my gaze drift around the restaurant. Laughter rang in my ears now from the past. The sound of me, her and the girls the last time we hung out here. We'd been loud and careless, spilling into the outdoor seats like we owned the place. The LongClaws kids had watched us with part disdain and part fascination. Those days were another life now."How have you been?" I asked."I'll get to the point." She took a sip from her mug and set it down, then leaned forward slightly. "Did you bring the jewelry?"The question startled me. Did Draven not tell her about the interrogation?Or she already knew and was testing me."I don't have it anymore," I said.The look that crossed her face was almost a smile. "Of course you don't.""Carla–""Don't,” she cut me off with an edge. "Don't you dare say my name li







