Vivian
Slam!
I winced as the cottage shook. Finn's footsteps faded across the porch and through the garden.
My wolf whined mournfully and my heart sank. I knew it would be hard to tell Finn the truth.
With a sigh, I went to the kitchen and cleaned up the dinner Marian put together for the two of them. Any other night I might be happy that Finn knew me well enough to see through Marian's disguise.
I scraped the plates into the garbage and washed the dishes. Warm water and fizzy soap bubbles ran over my hands.
The air around me was so quiet and still. But it held all the tension from my conversation with Finn.
How had I expected him to react? I already knew he might end up hating me.
This was worse. At least, if he was angry, I'd know where things stood. He wouldn't look at me. He le
