He didn't talk that day or the next.
Instead, after we eat leftovers from the BBQ, Dayne carries me back up to our room and we spend the rest of the day and most of the night in bed.
The pack doesn’t come back, and even Luka stays away.
I can only guess Dayne has told them to because of my nearly attacking Savannah, which I’m grateful for since I’m sure I’d only do it again if she were around.
And every time he tries to get me to talk, I find a reason to change the subject, or I shift. Or I hide in the forest and run for hours and hours until he has to come and find me.
When I open my eyes, I know even before I roll over that Dayne isn’t about to let me slip away again. It seems his patience has finally run out.
Turning over, I meet his gaze. “No more running away.”
Wow, so not even
