#Chapter 235 The Bearer of Bad News

Noah twined his hand in my hair, pulling me closer. He parted his lips with my own and flicked my tongue with his. This was the most playful and passionate that I had ever seen him, and I could barely get myself to go through the motions. Suddenly, he stopped as a noise from his pants drew his attention. Noah reluctantly pulled away from our kiss as his phone started to buzz. He looked down at the screen and sighed. “I should take this,” he said. He put a finger up to indicate silence and answered the call. “Hello. This is Noah Bernard.” Noah paled as he listened to the speaker on the other end of the line. I was tempted to use my werewolf hearing to eavesdrop, but I decided to give Noah his privacy. “But how could he possibly…yes, I understand what you’re saying. Could you just go over the argument with me?” I wasn’t sure why, but my stomach was in knots hearing Noah’s end of the conversation. I just hoped that my instincts were wrong and that it had nothing to do with me. “T