Chapter 66

• *Isabel*
• I went back to dusting, but as my brush moved over the surfaces, I couldn't help thinking that maybe it wasn't just the photo. Maybe it was something more. The way he didn't talk about her, the way he didn't seem to have anyone else around. I hadn't seen him with any other woman. Not really, not romantically. I'd noticed some undercurrents between Bianca and him, but surely I'd been mistaken. There was no way he didn't know better than to mate with her. We hadn't had an actual conversation since I got to the pack, but somehow I'd already gotten the vibe that she didn't want me around the pack. And certainly not around Dante, but I stood to be corrected.
• I could feel her eyes on me for a moment longer than necessary, studying me like she was trying to figure something out, as if I were some new puzzle she hadn't quite solved. I forced myself to meet her gaze, trying to play it cool. She raised an eyebrow, probably seeing right through me. "Why do you ask, Isabel?" She questioned softly. I shrugged, though my shoulders felt too tight for the motion to seem natural. I didn't trust my voice not to betray how I truly felt; jealous that Dante had been handed the perfect first mate, when that hadn't been the same for me. I was angry at myself for feeling jealous in the first place, and angry at him for...