Callum
There was something almost impressive about the way Bianca’s confidence collapsed when the script seem to run out.
She tried to speak.
I could see it now, her mouth opened once, then again, but the words didn’t come. Maybe she was trying to remember which lie she’d last used, or maybe she simply hadn’t anticipated that I might be done entertaining her performances.
I waited. Briefly.
“I’ve hurt my bonded mate for you,” I said finally, and the words felt heavier than I expected, like they had been waiting in the back of my throat for too long. “I broke something sacred. For you. And this is how you treat the pack’s bond that has been arranged since we were kids.”
Still, nothing.
I paced my dorm, not threatening, just deliberate.
“Do you have any idea what you have done with
