My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me
Octavia watched him go and then turned back to me and the room was still watching and her face rearranged itself into the soft wounded expression of a sister who'd been forced to do an impossible thing.
"I'm sorry, Sera," she said. "I wish it hadn't come to this."
I pushed my chair back and stood and the scrape of wood against stone sounded like a bone breaking. My eyes were dry. My hands were still.
"I know you are," I said.
Gemma grabbed my arm as I passed her table and her fingers dug in hard and her eyes were wet and she whispered "Sera, wait, please" but I pulled free because waiting meant thinking and thinking meant feeling and feeling meant dying on this floor in front of every wolf w