Nicole’s POV
Every time I come back here, bitter memories come flooding back. Memories of my best friend having her back blown out by the man I thought was going to be my mate; and the memories are accompanied by the same amount of pain I felt that day.
I tucked my terrible hands into the pockets of my jacket, summoning all the courage I could find to march into the building. I paused at Robert's door and took a deep, steadying breath before I knocked on the door.
There was scraping of an object across the floor and then the click sound of the lock, the door fell open and I was staring into a mini Robert standing on a stool.
I forced a smile, “well hello there Jim.”
He bent his neck a little, “you are the weird pack lady.”
I giggled. “I guess so,” I looked into the house, “where is
