Chapter 48 You Don't Get To Say Sorry

• It was at least an hour later when Xavier pulled open the door and slid into the backseat of the limo next to her. Worn out emotionally, she stayed curled up in the corner, watching him warily as they were driven back to the Michaelson building. He didn’t look at her once, not once, and the set of his jaw told her he was still furious.
• The silent treatment continued as they headed inside, Annette forced to trail after Xavier like a puppy who’d disappointed its owner. No one in the foyer looked at her, not even the uppity receptionist. Anger and grief hung so heavily in the air that she, a mere human, could practically taste it. How many of them were related to the wolves who’d died?
• She followed Xavier into the lift, her throat thick with tears as the doors closed behind them. Somehow, she had to make this right.