Chapter 140 One-hundred And Forty

• Abel
• Everything went exactly according to plan, which should have made me feel better than it did. The medical transport arrived at Millicent's house at eight AM sharp, complete with the best supernatural medical team money could buy. I stayed back, observing from my rental car, honoring the boundaries she'd laid down with crystal clarity. No personal contact. Just business.
• Millicent emerged from the house carrying two battered suitcases and a cardboard box that I could smell contained her paintings even from across the street. That was it. Her entire life in three containers. My wolf snarled at the evidence of how little she had, how much she'd been struggling, but I kept my expression neutral when our eyes met across the driveway.