CHAPTER 45
Dante's POV
I leaned back in my chair, the leather making a noise, and I felt bad about what I did, with a bad taste in my mouth. I was mad at myself. My fingers were tapping on the desk because I was annoyed. Why did I yell at her like that? Jane didn't deserve it. She was good at her job, did everything right, and even understood things well.
Discerning. That thought gave me a new chill. Her question and the way she looked at me, like she could see through my pretend exterior, made me nervous. Did she somehow know about the wolfsbane? Or worse, did she figure out the curse? It was unlikely, but Jane wasn't a typical wolf. Why was she so sure of herself? The way she moved was too bold for someone who was always shy around the pack. She wasn't just Jane Simmons, I realized no
