Skyler returned three hours later looking shell-shocked.
I'd made significant progress packing—my clothes were in boxes, my painting supplies organized, my small kitchen half-cleared. I looked up from wrapping dishes to find him standing in the doorway, slightly disheveled and holding a to-go cup of coffee.
"How bad was it?" I asked.
"She's terrifying. Absolutely terrifying." He collapsed onto my couch. "I've faced down rogue packs, challenged Alphas, fought for my life multiple times. None of that compares to three hours with Vera Santos."
I bit back a laugh. "What did she ask you?"
"Everything. Why I rejected you, what I've done to earn you back, my long-term intentions, my views on marriage and children, my financial stability, my emotional availability—" He ran a hand through his
