I hated how much I needed the answer.
Hated that some feral, pathetic part of me was still waiting for her to say timing. Or the library. Or because we’re both pissed off and exhausted and clearly not making good decisions.
Anything that didn’t mean me.
Ella looked away.
“You know why Holloway.”
And there it was.
Of course I f*****g did.
Holloway.
The name dropped into my head so quickly it might as well have been waiting.
I almost laughed.
What the f**k had I expected?
She knew what Hollow Moon was. Her family knew better than most. Martha Steele had spent years trying to drag my pack in front of the Council, and Ella had made her opinion of us pretty f*****g clear from the first week.
She knew who my father was.
Worse, she knew whose son I was.
And somehow I had managed to
