Draven POV
I made a careless U-turn and drove back toward the grocery store where she'd insisted I drop her off.
The things she said stayed in the car with me. Sitting in the passenger seat where she'd been only moments ago.
The words had been precise and aimed at exactly the right places.
You were fine with the entire pack believing Carla was the one for you. You never once set them straight.
I tightened my hands on the wheel.
It had felt like a punch to the gut when she'd said it. Even now, it still stung like hell.
She knows nothing.
She didn't know that I had no choice. That I was bound by duty to act the way I did.
But she wasn't wrong.
And knowing this made my chest heavier than it had been before I asked.
George was the only one who knew I had no interest in Carla Voss
