Meredith.
"There is an exception." I lifted my chin, meeting his stare. "I can't break into the minds of powerful wolves if they choose to block it. That's why I couldn't hear what you and your brother were talking about earlier."
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile, his lips parting. "And how do you know Dennis and I were having a private conversation?"
I smirked, tilting my head. "You are underestimating me, Draven. Do you really think I'm still the same woman I was before we marked each other? I'm a lot more sensitive now. More… sensible too."
His mouth closed again. He tapped his fingers against his thigh, his eyes full of something rare—surprise, yes, but also pride.
I leaned in, my voice dropping into a whisper meant only for him. "Relax. I'm not going to ask what you and Dennis talked about. Obviously, you didn't want me to know."
"Meredith—" he began, but I caught his hand, smiling as I laced my fingers through his.
"I'm not angry," I assured him.
