Present
Celia finished scrubbing the pots while Lucas handled the rest of the kitchen. They didn’t speak. She tried to stay focused on her task, but questions tumbled through her mind.
Would Hendrix tell Alpha Marcus what he had seen? If he did, what would the alpha do? Would Lucas really stand by her like he claimed, or would he cave to his father the way he always had before?
She wanted to believe him when he said he wasn’t going to run. But history suggested otherwise. And history showed that Lucas always ran.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Lucas asked as he helped her stack the last pot on the shelf.
“About what?” She tried to sound casual.
“All those thoughts spinning around in your head.”
She turned to face him, crossing her arms. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”
He gave
