CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA
I kept my face still and my hands loose around the coffee cup and said nothing, because engaging with Aaron Blackwood when he was like this was exactly like stepping into quicksand, every word you offered him was something he could use.
“Liana is a good match for him,” he said, after a moment. “Her pack is strong, her bloodline is clean, and unlike some people in this room she has never once caused him a single day of public embarrassment.” He paused.
“Whatever you think is happening between you and my son right now, I want you to be very clear on one thing. It isn’t real. It’s grief and proximity and six years of unresolved feelings that will sort themselves out the moment you’re no longer