“Follow me,” I ordered, turning away before I could see his reaction or lose my nerve.
It took us ten minutes to reach one of the nicer guest rooms in the family wing of the pack house. We hadn’t spoken a word during the walk through the corridors, and the silence stretched between us until it felt suffocating.
When I opened the door and motioned for him to walk inside, carefully not meeting his eyes even once, I expected him to let me go. Maybe thank me politely and ask me not to tell anyone we knew each other. Keep up the pretense that we were strangers.
But no. He grabbed my arm and yanked me inside the room with him.
“What are you doing?!” I hissed, scowling at him in anger while looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes that gazed at me with so much longing it made my chest ac
