I didn’t trust Lucas, either—not by a long shot. He was too unpredictable; he held things back from us too often, too much. But even though I didn’t trust Lucas, I knew what it was like to be broken, to have to fight through it and find a way to put yourself and your life back together.
And so did Ink.
That was why I needed to do something—because once upon a time, another alpha had done something for me.
“You wanted me to go and talk to Lucas, to form my own impressions, and I did,” Ink said, pulling my mind back to the present. “Lucas is desperate. Desperate people do desperate things, Rose.”
I heard him. I believed him—but I couldn’t wash my hands of this, no matter how much Ink wanted me to. I couldn’t let Lucas down just to take care of myself.
Ink pressed his lips to my temple,
