EVANGELINE
No one spoke again for the next half hour.
A maid served us in the office and we ate our meals while trying to ignore the stifling tension that filled the room. It was so thick that it could’ve been cut with a butter knife.
The chief tried to fill the void at some point. He tried to bring up funny stories from the past, most involving Nicholas and I but he must have noticed the brewing awkwardness between us because after a while, he stopped trying.
Speaking of Nicholas, I could feel his eyes boring holes into the side of my head. The only reason I didn’t meet his gaze was because I feared that by merely looking at him, he’d find out everything I was trying to hide. I never was able to lie to him growing up.
“I don’t know why you even bothered trying to lie,” my wolf said d
