Cedrick’s POV
The pen rolled across the table and back into my hand. I flicked it off again, rolling it up the folder and catching it when it rolled back down…
I was deep in thought, thinking about the events these last few days. I’d never imagined that my mate had gone through all of that. And as much as I hated to admit it – because let’s face it: I wanted to murder the guy! – if I hadn’t gotten Dean’s advice I would never have known. I would never know how to push through the façade. To recognize the anger as a cover for what she was really feeling: hurt!
I sighed, rolling the pen once more…
And she went through all of that alone. Utterly and completely alone. Not even her wolf was there. I don’t know what I’d do without my wolf. He could be an utter and complete asshole to deal wit
