Maren stayed in complete silence.
The light in her eyes changed and, for a second, the noise of the bowling alley vanished, leaving me alone with the sound of my own heart waiting for an answer I feared receiving.
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MAREN’S POV
James's question hung suspended in the bowling alley air, vibrating with an intensity that made me feel like the roof was about to collapse on us.
My lips parted, but the words got stuck in my throat. My wolf, Liana, was awake, clawing at my chest, screaming Thorne's name with a desperation that made me dizzy.
She only lived for him; she fed on the memory of his scent and the longing that, one day, he would set aside his damn ethics and claim her.
But the images of Rector Owen's office flashed through my mind like a gust of icy wind.
The look of contempt f
