My feet ached before I made it past the second corridor.
The silk slippers hadn't been built for three hours of standing, smiling, and pretending backhanded compliments didn't land exactly where they were aimed. My jaw throbbed from holding a pleasant expression throughout the day.
My eyes burned, and my head ached. Nothing about that tea had been normal. The ladies were mean, and the lies, God, the lies they told themselves were insane.
My mind throbbed from everything I'd heard through the half-open door.
What did they mean by the fact that Logan's wolf hadn't been seen in over a decade?
For a man as terrifying as him, it would be expected that his wolf would be seen frequently. And what was with the smoke?
God, I wanted my bed. The blanket wall. Silence.
I turned down the west co
