Chapter 141

Lusia The words hung heavily and sharply on my tongue, waiting for me to let them out as I sat on the bed with the cold edge of the vial digging into my skin. Dane's eyes bore holes into mine, searching, waiting for the confession I had promised. My heart was pounding furiously against my ribs, my wolf howling inside for me to just spill it, for me to bleed the truth out before it tore me apart. I swallowed. My throat was dry. I forced myself to make the sound, low and steady. "I followed someone last night," I said while watching his face, how his jaw tightened at the first syllable. "A woman. She was masked, dressed like a servant. She came here, to the castle, and I-well, I followed her out in my wolf form." His brow darkened with a frown, but he did not interrupt. Instead, he leaned in, warm and solid. I pressed on; the memory came rushing back, the creak of the door, the figure that was not him. "Someone kept coming into my room, opening the door, and closing it," I said, my voice