Honey’s Pov.
The office felt stifling. The walls seemed to close in as Xavier loomed over me, his expression unreadable. His words played over in my head, and as much as I wanted to shove them aside, they lingered like an unwanted guest.
“You're not just my mate, you're my equal.”
Equal? Hardly, he may have been trying to bridge the gap between us, but that gap felt more like a canyon, one he'd dug himself.
I didn't have time to dwell on it though, Trevor's knock had brought an abrupt stop to our conversation and as Xavier and I followed him down the corridor, a knot tightened in my stomach. Whatever they found, it couldn't be good.
Trevor led us to a secluded room deep within the pack house, inside Connor was standing by a table, his arms crossed and his face etched with tension
