Poppy’s P.O.V
We sat at the dining table, each waiting on our food to come to the door. Mere days had passed since our meeting. The sun was beginning to set over the hills causing a warm glow to take over the small room. I had been avoiding speaking to Ashton ever since the meeting. I was unsure what to say. If to say anything. The thought that he believed I was dead made sense and yet that would mean turning my back on those I trusted.
I watched the man In front of me quietly. It had only been mere months, and yet he looked so much more refined and responsible since I first met him. He looked much more like an Alpha, much more secure. Ashton looked up at me and c****d an eyebrow, causing me to look away. A blush rising to my cheeks in embarrassment. Suddenly, a knock broke us out of our
