Part Three- The Present
Opal
“Opal.” Amelia’s voice was soft. Full of pain. As she turned around in the passenger side seat to stare at me. Her eyes full of tears.
We had been driving for days. Never stopping for more than a few hours. And the entire time I held Wrens head on my lap. I stroked his limp hair and kissed his sweaty forehead and I talked. Over and over again o told him the story of us. Every good memory I had of our time together.
But I had never mentioned the day I had rejected him. The night that William Brandon had used my body until I bled on his bedroom floor. He had made me his mate that night when he r***d my body.
“Opal?” Amelia said my name again. And finally I met her eyes. My own awash with tears as well. “Did you ever tell him that? Did you tell him why yo
