“How dare you accuse me of something so shameful?”
The words tore out of Giselle before she could soften them. Her palm still burned from where it had connected with Enrique’s cheek, the sting sharp and lingering, but it didn’t compare to the ache in her chest. If anything, the pain grounded her, kept her from splintering completely under the weight of what he’d just implied.
She stood there, breathing hard, her fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. The bar had gone unnervingly quiet. Conversations stalled. A few heads had turned outright now, curiosity sharpening, blending into discomfort.
Her wolf stood tall, hackles raised. You had every right, Kara murmured. He crossed a line.
Giselle swallowed and forced her lips into an awkward smile, the kind people used when they wanted t
