Zara was snarling uncontrollably the entire time Davina was in our presence and if it weren’t for the fact I’ve had twenty-one years of practice maintaining my composure, I would have leapt across the table, ripped the lying bitches tongue out and fed it to her.
I was fully aware of Marcus’ rage; I could even taste it on my tongue. But I also noted his fear and panic. Not of her but fearing her presence would scare me off. I held no anger towards Marcus over this, but I’m glad we are both in agreement that something is amiss. How did a banished wolf follow him all the way to a human restaurant in another state?
“She’s still here, and no doubt listening to our conversation,” Zara growls. Her rage still very prevalent.
“I know, I can feel her. Let her listen, I’ll deal with her when the
