Evander
She shrugged. “You are a very busy man.”
The answer made absolutely no sense.
“You could have found a way to speak to me.”
“Why?”
I stared at her. She met my gaze briefly before looking away.
“It’s not like we talk.”
Something uncomfortable shifted inside my chest. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like any of this. The tiny room, the arrow bed that looked so small for someone her size.
The cracked mirror and the realization that she’d been sleeping here for weeks while I assumed she was somewhere in the main house.
My wolf was becoming increasingly agitated.
Mine.
I ignored him.
Mirellie slowly pushed the blanket aside.
“You can leave if you’re done yelling.”
The words sounded tired rather than defiant. She planted her feet on the floor and stood. Immediately her body swa
