Misty POV
"Did he touch you?" Wyatt said, his voice echoing through the hotel room as we entered. He had been silent the entire return trip back.
"No, he did not lay a finger on me," I responded, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked him over, taking in his tired eyes and disheveled appearance. "Although, I think I should be the one more concerned."
"You know Freya, don't you? On a very intimate level, don't you?" I questioned him, my voice filled with curiosity. I wasn't angry. I mean, I was well aware of his past. He was open about it. I just needed to know.
"Yes, although I'll be honest, I never got her name," he confessed. "She was a late-night remedy to calm me, a pure blood, but other than that, it was purely physical. There was no relationship."
I nodded, understanding his e
