Danilo’s POV
The moment Bailee stepped through the door at the top of the stairs, I knew it was her. I don’t know how I knew but I did.
Nolan had straightened up from his slouched position against the wall across from me, waiting for the she wolf to come down and into the light from the few crappy light bulbs that hang from the ceiling.
I listened to their conversation, a heated inexplicable anger crawling up my spine when he made her laugh. Then when she reached out and touched his arm, it took every bit of willpower I had not to rip the door from its hinges and strangle the life out of the kid.
My breathing eased slightly when Nolan finally left, the door clanging shut, leaving me alone with Bailee, well other than the asshole they brought in an hour ago who was raving about a flower
