Atticus
Why was I worried about Marisol?
Why in the world did I care about what had happened to her and most importantly, why couldn't I stop checking in on her? I had spent the night outside her door, deluding myself that I wanted to protect her despite the security outside her room.
Why couldn't I stop thinking about Marisol?
I threw my head back, a groan leaving my mouth as Luca helped in adjusting my suit. “Alpha Atticus, where were you last night? I had something important to share with you but when I came here, I couldn't find you”
My heart twisted in my chest and I cleared my throat, moving away from him. “I was in the library…”
He cut in, opening a book and slamming it shut. “You were not there either. Now that I remember, I think I know where you were last night. At Marisol
