Penelope POV
"The crowd is getting quite worked up out there, Governor," Tallulah says.
She leans against the glass table.
Her fingers tap a rhythm against the polished wood.
"Perhaps it would be wise to go out and offer an apology?" she asks.
She tilts her head.
A tiny smile twitches at the corner of her lips.
"For the sake of Rogue Pack’s reputation, of course," she adds.
I do not blink.
I turn my head slowly until my eyes lock onto hers.
"Apologise?" I say.
The word is a flat line of ice.
Tallulah freezes.
The smug look vanishes from her face so fast her jaw drops a fraction of an inch.
She shifts her weight to her back foot.
She shuts her mouth and looks down at the floorboards.
Inside my chest, Aria clawing at my ribs.
Let me tear apart those sniveling protestors, my
