I entered the bedroom, absorbed in my thoughts, and only noticed Cahl’s presence when he looked up from his laptop. Our eyes met.
“You want to talk about it?” he proposed in a soft voice, devoid of sarcasm or anything else.
Yes, he seems sincere. Only, to what extent can he be?
“Not really. How do you know?”
The werewolf gave me a long, unfathomable look, then gently closed his computer.
“I could feel Koran’s abdication. It was more mental than physical. He has just cut the last links he had with you.”
“Have you known since this morning that this was going to happen?” I asked him in a whisper.
My throat tightened instantly.
“No.”
“Liar!”
“I’ve known from my second mark. Then I only brought you to me, that’s all.”
“Dirty manipulator!” I exclaimed, in the grip of a beautiful crisi
