“Rebels wear whatever shoes they fucking want,” Sofia said with bubbling, infectious laughter.
“Let’sgo,” her friend cackled, pulling her away from the window. “The meeting started two minutes ago.”
As the memory faded, Cassandra struggled to ascertain what city she was in. Obviously somewhere on the continent, based on the cars whizzing past and the height of the buildings. Plus, it was warm enough for Sofia to wear a skirt and no jacket.
She jolted out of Sofia’s mind, and returned to Silas.
“—don’t really want to understand it,” he finished. “What’s wrong? You look extremely pale all of a sudden.”
She braced her hands on his forearms.
“Silas, I… I think I just saw your daughter.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Ronin laid on his bed, his hand behind his head and his knee bobbing with restless energy.
He needed something to do. Something to distract his overactive mind.
Cassandra had left with Silas about forty-five minutes ago to head to the Kennel. Ronin had offered to accompany them, but she’d waved him off. Said one hulking male bodyguard was suspicious enough.
Then had made some smarmy comment about Ronin helping Mireille down in the shop instead.
But today’s training session with Mireille was thesourceof his restless energy. Sensations overwhelmed him: her soft body pressed against his chest, her tortuously perfect ass grinding against his cock, her silky hair gliding over his shoulder.
Not to mention the confession he’d wrung from her when he’d had her pinned beneath him.
Because I was still in love with you!
She was so fucking cool and collected all the time. Even back when they’d been at the Otto estate together. Getting her to admit to any vulnerability was a challenge.
So for her to admit that she’d still loved him, despite what they’d done to each other…
It was the most vulnerable thing she could have said.
And he had no idea how to feel about it.
Didn’t even know what in the name of the Creator had inspired him to ask the question in the first place. It was like the touch of her skin and the scent of her arousal combined with the sight of those terrible new scars had short-circuited his brain.
He’d scrambled out of that training room like a coward. He’d avoided dinner with her and Cass like a coward. And now he was hiding in his room.
Like a coward.
Wanna go for a run?he asked his wolf
No, thanks.The creature licked at a paw.Why don’t you take Cassandra’s suggestion? Go downstairs and help Mireille. That must be more interesting than running circles around the city wall.
Ronin grunted.More interesting for who?
Exactly.
You’re worse than Cassandra.
His wolf hissed out a laugh.She and I have similar objectives.
Ronin groaned, then rose from his bed.
And clomped down the stairs to Mireille’s shop.
