The celebration in the courtyard died down as the moon climbed higher, casting long, skeletal shadows across the grounds.
Liam grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the lingering crowd and into the darkness of the side alley. He didn't stop until we were pressed against the rough stone of the Pack House wall, hidden from view.
"Did you know?" he demanded, his voice low and tight. His eyes searched mine, glinting in the moonlight.
"Know what?"
"Dante’s plan. The theatrics with the Enforcers. Did he tell you?"
"Of course not," I said, offended. "He barely tells me anything."
Liam let out a breath, his shoulders sagging. He rested his forehead against mine, the tension bleeding out of him. "I'm sorry. I just... I hate being blindsided. Especially by him."
I rose on my tiptoes, pressing
