“Gina’s place of work is around here, I guess,” I asked Lucian while we navigated through the uneasy and cloudy halls of the pack’s den.
“Indeed. Just be ready for her to be less than welcoming,” Lucian cautioned, his voice low as he spoke.
“Less than welcoming? Do you mean she will just throw me out of her office the moment I step through the door?” I asked in an exasperated way, torn between anxiety and resolve.
“More like she will question your purpose. But be honest and that should suffice,” he noted, offering me a reassuring smile.
“Honest? With someone who sees me as a potential danger? That is, easy for you to say!” I said in anguish while rubbing my temples.
Sounding amused, Lucian said, “You have dealt with worse situations before. Just let her see the you mean it part.”
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