Chapter 141

• Lusia
• The words hung heavily and sharply on my tongue, waiting for me to let them out as I sat on the bed with the cold edge of the vial digging into my skin.
• Dane's eyes bore holes into mine, searching, waiting for the confession I had promised. My heart was pounding furiously against my ribs, my wolf howling inside for me to just spill it, for me to bleed the truth out before it tore me apart. I swallowed. My throat was dry. I forced myself to make the sound, low and steady.