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But Grey didn’t want a bomb dropped on her like that. Neither did James.
But everything is unraveling.
We can’t wait any longer.
“What did you tell her?” I ask Renee, as she wipes at her tears.
“That we were best friends,” she says. “And I mentioned the letters.”
Oh, shit.
It’s gone on far too long.
“You’re right,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, Renee. I know you lost her, too.”
“You have to tell her the truth.”
I scoff and smile sadly. “She might run,” I say bitterly. “When she finds out everything.”
But Renee shakes her head. “Then don’t let her. Not again.”
23
HARPER
I don’t seeGrey the rest of the afternoon, and I try not to think about the strange conversation with Renee.
Grey’s not telling me something, and it rouses the same fear I had when I first came to Aurora.
I fear there’s more to the story than they’ve let on.
The only Alpha I can scent in theInnis James, and I make my way to his room, hoping he might have answers.
We’ve gotten to where I can call him on his bullshit, and it might be fun to take out some of my frustration on him.
His room, along with Beau’s and Grey’s, is on the same floor as mine, tucked away in a private corridor.
The second and fourth floor are for guests.
I was booked on the second floor, until James gave me thePrincess Suite,which I still have questions about.
Sighing, I knock on his door.
“You know you never have to knock, beautiful,” his low voice sounds from behind the wood, and I roll my eyes and enter.
“Some people respect boundaries,” I murmur as he looks up from the mahogany antique desk. I caught him while he was sketching, his blue eyes sharp in concentration.
“What are those?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, teasing me. He’s dressed in a dark long-sleeved V-neck, showing off pale skin near his neck, and I try not to stare.
But he catches it and grins, placing his pencil down.
“This desk is sturdy,” he adds, drumming his fingers on the dark wood. “In case you were ever inclined to lie on it. It wouldn’t break.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. It’s easy to be distracted with James, so I scoff and pretend his words don’t affect me.
It’s not that I don’t want him or his brothers. But ever since my Heat, I’ve been careful around them. We’ve flirted and kissed, but I haven’t slept with any of them again.
I want to, of course. I have a connection to all of them, and my inner Omega screams with need, desperate to have their knots inside me again. Being around them feels right, and my instincts scream to have them again.
