“Rayana contacted me. It’s something about a bucket list,” he says. “She wants to meet with me. Privately.”
Of course she does. The dying ex-fiancée with her bucket list and her perfect timing.
“Let me guess.” I keep my voice neutral. “Reconnecting with you is somewhere on that list.”
“Apparently.” Knox takes a drink, and it’s not delicate. “Pack elders think I should see her. They think it looks cruel if I refuse to grant a dying woman’s last wishes.”
I’m quiet for a moment, trying to parse what I’m supposed to feel. There’s jealousy, certainly, sharp and ugly.
But underneath it, there’s the understanding that a dying woman trumps a fake girlfriend. A dying woman probably trumps most things.
“What do you think?” I ask.
“I think it’s a trap.” His jaw tightens. “But I also think refu
