A tear slipped down Daisy’s cheek as she watched Boyd’s wolf disappear into the trees. Her legs trembled, and she would have sunk to her knees, if William had not snaked an arm around her. “Daisy? Is he..?”
She wiped away the tear and nodded, her eyes still looking out toward the woods with a yearning expression. Her hands went protectively around her belly. “He doesn’t want us,” she said quietly. “I guess I can’t really blame him.” She leaned heavily against William. “I guess you can take me back now.”
The other rogues were squabbling over the plate of cookies and weren’t paying any attention to Daisy. William doubted that they even realized what exactly just happened right in front of them. “Wait, Daisy,” William looked down into her face, which was now a little blotchy. “He
