At the first prickles of a looming headache, I ignore it and pay attention. “—you, Mack, this will not end well,” Bennett grumbles.
I frown at my first glimpse of his soul. He’s a tight ball of emotions I’m desperate to read. But if I attempt to peel back the layers like an onion, he will feel what I’m doing and know what I am. He’s too tense and too controlled not to feel me.
What are you so desperate to hide, Bennett? And why don’t you trust me?
“And I’m telling you that we can’t ignore the fact Aerin needs help.” “Which she can get someplace else. With another pack.”
“Bennett…”
“She’s trouble, Mack. Big trouble.” “Which you know how?” Mack asks.
Bennett falls silent, and I wince at the increasing pounding at my temples.
Whatever it is Bennett wants to say, he needs to get to it,
