Alexander
Quickly understanding that the unknown werewolf we’d witnessed accidentally killed was my Luna’s father, Marcel agrees to reschedule the meeting with the ministers as he makes a quick exit.
Leaving me alone with my mate. My Evelyn.
Her eyes are glassed, but I don’t know if the tears that threaten to spill over are from grief, anger, shock—or some combination thereof. Her hands are fisted at her sides, the tendons in her long neck tight as she heaves in breath after breath.
I stay on my knees as I say, “I didn’t know who he was. And I didn’t kill him.”
I watch her as I slowly rise to my feet, making sure that standing up won’t make her want to run. I’ll stay on my knees all day for her if that’s what she needs.
She doesn’t even seem to notice though.
I wait for her to speak
