Kennis stepped closer, our faces mere inches apart. “And I’m coming to you tonight. You’d better be prepared.” Just like that, he walked away, taking the air with him. I sank slowly to the floor, resigned.
I had no idea how long I sat there before Esme found me, her voice cutting through the haze. “Food’s ready.”
I ate absently, my thoughts swirling.
“He cares about Ella,” I whispered, disbelief filling me. Alpha Kennis, who had supposedly shut his heart after losing his mate centuries ago, cared about her?
My phone rang, bringing me back to reality. “Hello, Mark.”
“Di, are you alright? How’s he treating you? I’m so sorry our plan didn’t work out,” he bombarded me.
“Geez, Mark, relax. I’m good, truly,” I lied, not wanting him to worry. He’d already suffered enough at Kennis's hands.
