His brow drew together. "I’ve have things to handle, and I'm always running around, Faye. Not everything is about you."
I almost laughed at that. "I know that. Believe it or not, I’m not trying to make everything about me. I just..." I paused, searching for the right words. "I just want to know if I even matter to the pack. If I’m someone you actually want around, or if I'm just going to remain some convenient background noise around here."
That made him look away for the first time. His hand went to the back of his neck, fingers brushing his hair. "You think I don’t want you around?"
"I think you don’t notice whether I’m here or not," I said.
"That’s not true," he replied quickly. "But that's by the way.
Of course he'd brush it off. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want now? Is there
