“Mischa, I’d rather not talk about pack-related business, it’s after hours, and that sort of thing can wait until tomorrow. It’s not a pressing matter, as you stated yourself,” Anthony told her.
She knew it was pack business, but other than that, what did they have to talk about any more other than what he’d done to her. They’d both sat and ate their entrées in complete silence, because she had nothing to say to him, and he didn’t know what to say to her. She’d not been receptive to him when he’d come off that shaming post, like he thought she would.
He now understood she thought, she wasn’t going to be just letting him off the hook. That she could and would counter everything, as well as read into everything he said to her with a view to seeing if it was his intent to bring Christy up,
