Alek’s jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might snap.
Aaron let out a disbelieving laugh, the sound sharp and humorless. “You’re joking, right?”
Alan, ever the spectator, just leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold like it was some twisted form of entertainment.
Armand exhaled heavily. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
I felt my stomach twist.
I expected **denial.** Maybe even **deflection.** But **this?**
**He actually didn’t remember?**
Or was he pretending?
Autumn prowled beneath my skin, unsettled.
“Jennifer,” I said slowly, voice steady but edged with ice. “You’re second chance mate” I forced the words out, watching his face carefully. “The one who stood by your side when your mate died.”
Nothing.
