“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” William Shakespeare
"Are you sure you don't need me there with you?"
We were parked in my driveway. Chris has just got a call from his personal assistant about some emergency. And judging by the silence after the call, I knew he mind linked his pack and they discussed 'the emergency'. From what I could tell, whatever it was, seemed unpleasant by how Chris’ face contorted and paled.
He dismissed it as something that had to do with work. It hurts to see him lying to my face and avoiding my questions by asking about Dakota.
"I'll be fine. Now answer the question. . .What did that mutt want from you?"
I felt the anger boil in and I huffed a breath that was unheard through the sudden pouring rain. I made a move to open the car door and he stopped
