Flare
Maybe if I tell him everything, he will understand why he can’t have my old pack anywhere near his new one. Not that my pack was ever the problem. It was Simon and April.
“I’m going to tell you, but you have to promise not to say anything or do anything for that matter until I’m done.” I sit down on the bed beside him and he nods. “You have to say it, Damian. I need your word that you won’t make a single move until I’m done telling you.”
“You have my word, Flare.” He looks worried.
“Okay, I need a drink. Where do you get a drink in this house?” I get up, and he shows me to his office. He pours each of us a drink, and we sit down on the couch. He turns so that he can look at me, and I copy his movement.
I empty the glass and put it down on the coffee table as the warm liquid ma
