But as I settled into an extremely comfortable settee, I found myself grateful for it. I did at least resist the urge to pull up my feet and curl into a protective ball, but only just barely.
I felt like one giant, exposed nerve, walking around frayed and vulnerable. The last thing I wanted to do was be polite and social when I really needed quiet and solitude after getting manhandled.
So many memories were fighting to drown me, tugging at my clothes and pulling me under the surface until my wolf came out and saved me.
Because that was what she did. She guarded me as closely as my friends and wasn’t afraid to take control if I froze up.
She’d done it before.
A server pressed a cup of steaming coffee into my hand, and I accepted it. The first sip had me closing my eyes, willing the wor
