CHAPTER 42: WHAT'S THIS SMELL ON YOU? AMANDA'S POV: I didn’t just walk home from Steven’s place—I practically ran. My heart was thumping against my ribs, but it wasn't from the exercise. It was fear. I knew I was playing with fire by being around Steven. Donovan wasn't the kind of person that can easily be fooled. If I bumped into him on my way, I won't be able to explain my way out of this. I burst through the front door of my house, ignoring Mia’s questions, and scrambled into my room. I ripped off my sweat-soaked sports gear and threw on a basic pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. I thought about jumping in the shower, but I looked at the clock and panicked. I was already running late for my shift at the pack house. By the time I reached the pack house, I was out of breath.

