Fifty-eight:
Talia Courtland
It had taken all of my strength to escape Castle Lupine. The first day of The Mating Season, Bailey had came to me at the Grimm Tavern. He had brown curls, brown hair, and a boyish smile. For as long as he had been coming to the tavern, he had always tried to catch my eye. As I was serving ales to his table, he said, “I see that you’re wearing black, my dear Thea.”
“Well, my father forced me into it,” I explained, “because he knows that a lot of the wolves come here, and he wants to stay in their good graces. But I am not----”
“If you are wearing black, you’ve got to participate. You are not wearing brown, which means that you are participating, and I can feel the connection between us. I have since the first day we m
