Josh couldn’t believe any of what Melinda had said. He didn’t want to believe it.
His gaze narrowed.
“That’s where you saw her?”
“Saw who?” Melinda asked, taken aback by his question.
“That’s where you saw Camille…” he hissed. “Your precious Zyair.”
Melinda felt the jab land sharply. “You shouldn’t sound that way.”
“I shouldn’t?” He let out a brittle, bruised laugh. “The zoning out, the distancing, the constant need for *‘time alone’…” His voice dipped into a derisive snicker. “I knew it had something to do with your visit to the Alpha.”
He was hurt—she could see it clearly now. It was in his eyes, in the way he stared at her as though she were a stranger.
“This doesn’t make sense,” he said crossly.
“I’m sorry, Josh. But there are things I don’t understand myself.”
“Like your nee
