Chapter 52

*Dante* Her eyes drifted shut and when they opened, they were cool, indifferent. She'd reconstructed her fence. "Of course," She stated, her voice flat, devoid of any emotion, as if the words were nothing more than an automatic response. Rather than letting me leave, she brushed past me, walking close enough that her lavender scent filled my nose. I squeezed my eyes tightly, annoyed at myself for the way I'd handled the situation. I'd known I wouldn't be able to keep it from her for so long. I couldn't touch her, let her walk freely around the pack, and not expect her to have questions about Stella. I clenched my fists and pressed them against my chest, trying to ease the ache that throbbed there.