Chelsea's POV
The screen on the telephone in the drawing room went black the moment Nicole set it down. I kept my hands folded in my lap as if they were so fragile that I had to protect them. This carefully constructed image of weakness had taken me a long time to perfect, and Nicole was stupid enough to buy into it every single time. Usually, Kian did too, but something had changed. And I didn't like it one bit.
My wolf curled under my ribs and made the smallest sound, as if she was petrified of disturbing someone.
"We should hide," she whispered, her frail voice grating on my nerves, "Let's hide where they cannot see. Then we'll be safe."
I pressed my fingers to the hollow under my left ribs in a gesture that I had learned made me look incredibly vulnerable, as if I was in
