Stefano’s eyes locked on mine the moment I looked at him. For a fraction of a second, his features softened, his jaw unclenching just slightly, but it was gone before anyone else could notice. “Leanna,” he uttered, carefully. “You should be resting.”
I glanced at Rigz, who stood just behind me, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back as though to guide or steady me. He gave a slight shake of his head, a silent warning to tread carefully.
“I’ll rest later,” I refused, because I wanted to hear more. “If this meeting concerns the safety of the Dark Moon Pack, I have a right to be here.”
Queen Carmina’s sharp gaze landed on me, her lips pursing as though she were about to argue, but Stefano raised a hand. “Let her stay, then,” he said curtly, his attention already shifting back to
