Chad's words echo in the silent night, his wandering eyes are more hollow than they ever could, curiously filled.
What she's hiding. His words linger.
The courtyard feels smaller, tighter. Zara's body stiffens under my arm, but my eyes are fixed on Chad's retreating back. He thinks he's clever, tossing poison and walking away. My wolf paces, begging to rip him apart. Soon. I have the ball in my court, and I'll do whatever it is I want with it now.
I shift my gaze down to Zara. She won't meet my eyes, her jaw locked, hands trembling at her sides.
"Don't," she mutters, her voice sharp. "Don't ask me."
I take a step closer anyway, boxing her against the stone wall. My voice is low, steady, Alpha-cold. "You think I didn't notice that night with Lily? The whispers? The way you both shut your mouths the second I appeared?"
Not to mention the fact that she promised to tell me but she didn't, not once, not twice.
Her eyes snap up, wide. I've struck the nerve.
