#Chapter 92: The Butler’s Secret -- Part I

Karl As I watch the train speed away, a new form of emptiness settles in my stomach. Abby is pissed at me; I know that. I know that what I did with Adam was messed up, and I guess I hoped in some sort of naive way that she would never find out. Well, she found out. And she’s furious. Hell, she might not even want to see me ever again. “You’ve got to fix this,” my wolf growls, his voice stern in the back of my mind. “You think I don’t know that?” snap back internally as I begin to make my way back to the car. “But at this point, I don’t even know if Abby will listen to me anymore. You saw how pissed she was this morning.” “Make her listen, then. She’ll cool off and will be more willing to hear you out with time.” “And what until then?” I ask. “What the hell am I supposed to do while I wait for her to miraculously ‘cool off’?” My wolf pauses for a moment. I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot, and that’s when he speaks up again.