*Frannie*
With a sigh, I place my elbow on the desk and my chin on my palm. I’m supposed to be adding numbers, but instead, I’ve been writing Greywind, Sterling, Alpha on a piece of paper at random angles. Once, I even wrote Luna, but I scratched it out. I won’t be his Luna… ever.
It’s been two nights since I went to his residence. I’ve visited the secret balcony at least half a dozen times trying to catch a glimpse of Sterling at the gaming tables. If he’s there, he’s as hidden as I am.
If Jack has a problem with where I had gone for two nights, he doesn’t say anything. He’s become a little more accepting of the High packs since marrying a Luna and perhaps not as judgmental. Jay hasn’t stopped by.
I rub my brow, dreading that encounter when it finally happens… if it ever happens. Jay
