#Chapter 268: What About True Love?

As Bridget finished her solo scene, it was time for Nicholas and me to head to the stage for our breakup scene. “Break a leg,” Bridget said to us as we passed each other. I knew this was the traditional way of wishing someone good luck in a theater production, but my wolf still snarled inside of me like it was a threat. Fortunately, I held it back before the sound could audibly escape me. Nicholas held out his arm for me as we reached the stairs to the stage. On the surface, it was a gesture of kindness. As a gentleman, Nicholas wanted to be sure I wouldn’t trip on my skirts on my way up the stairs. Yet underneath, there was more to steady presence of his arm under mine. This was an apology for what was to come. The apology wasn’t necessary. By now, we’d practiced this scene enough that I barely felt anything at all. Still, it warmed me from the inside out, knowing Nicholas cared so much. With the stage covered in darkness, Nicholas and I released our gentle hold on each other and