Dane’s Pov
I knew the second Freya shut my bedroom door that we would have the talk I did not want.
She stood with her back to the door, arms crossed. Not really mad. But her shoulders were tight. Her eyes looked hurt.
“When were you going to tell me?” she asked quiet.
I was at the window looking at people leave the hall. Now I turned to her.
“About George?”
“Yes, about George.” Her voice was calm but I heard the hurt. “When were you going to say you let a rogue join the pack? My friend?”
I put my hand in my hair. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“A surprise.” She said it slow. “You wanted to surprise me by bringing someone I care about to live here forever without telling me first?”
“That sounds bad.”
“How else does it sound, Dane?” She walked closer. Not mad, just strong. “I sat
