Chapter 77

• I felt the blood drain from my face. A wave of unease settled in my chest as I wondered just how many people in this room knew what I truly was and more importantly, how many of them were willing to tolerate it. Romeo had probably figured out by now that I wasn’t human. Yet even if he loathed me for it, he had still aligned himself with Gosto, most likely to protect his own skin. Others, like Alpha Oreste, might not be so lenient.
• Gosto’s hand closed around mine, warm and firm. He gave me a soft squeeze, followed by a faint smile.
• “Remember what I told you,” he murmured. “You’re safe here.”