Marisol
I didn’t know if it was the fear that crawled up my throat—causing this tightening feeling—or if it was the dark glint in his eyes that almost made me choke on my food.
I coughed, my hands over my mouth before I reached for the glass of water and gulped it down hastily. But that wasn’t enough to calm the turmoil that was brewing within me.
My blood thrummed in my ears and the only name that kept popping up in my head was that of my ex-husband, Julian.
He was searching for me. He knew where I was. He wanted to finish what he had started.
And as if that wasn’t worse, Atticus planned on sending me back to him dead.
Why?
Could there be a high chance that he found out about me being a curse and the fact that my presence in his pack might cost him a lot? But nothing happened du
