Chapter 42

• Anita’s Pov
• The ballroom spun around me as I tried to push myself up off the floor. My hands slipped against the cold marble, still slick with the red wine that now stained my gown. My ankle throbbed with pain, but I couldn’t focus on that. The embarrassment and anger coursing through me were too overwhelming. I could hear murmurs in the crowd, whispers of pity and curiosity. My hair had fallen over my face, shielding me from their stares, but I could feel the weight of every gaze.
• I clenched my jaw, refusing to look up. Now wasn’t the time to let anyone see the shame that burned in my chest. Not Amara. Not the pack members. No one.