Chapter 94 Everything Is Guilty…

• Sheila POV
• I still can’t wrap my head around it. I'm in the passenger seat of the new ambassador’s car, the wind brushing against her face through the half-open window as we drive out of the pack’s gates and into town.
• Moments ago, Jimmy Shelton had stood the my cottage porch, tall and commanding, his copper-toned skin glowing, his jacket sleeves rolled up to reveal hairy thick hands. His knock had startled me, and his words even more.