She had spent the next three hours thinking about it. She had gone to the kitchen, worked her shift, peeled and chopped and scrubbed with hands that were steady on the outside and shaking on the inside and she had thought about Caelum Ravencrest and what kind of man he was underneath the mask he wore and whether that man could handle the truth without destroying the person delivering it.
She did not know. That was the honest answer. She had known Caelum for two years, if you could call it knowing. She had known the public version, the alpha who gave orders and walked through halls and stood on platforms with his composure arranged like armor. She had known the private version for exactly eleven seconds on a night two years ago when the bond had ignited and she had seen the real person und
