MEGAN'S POV
The car rolls to a smooth stop in front of an expensive restaurant that practically screams power and privilege. Sleek crystal exterior. Gold-plated signboard. And a butler who instantly perks up when he spots our car.
My driver shifts slightly in his seat, turning to face me. "We're here, Ms. Pierce."
I nod slowly. "Thank you.”
I stare out the window for a moment, eyes fixed on the main entrance. I'm still not sure why I agreed to this meeting.
My wolf growls in my head, pacing. She didn’t want me to come because she felt nothing good would come from standing in the same space as Xarion’s father again. And she’s probably right.
But I convinced myself last night that this wasn’t about fear. Not anymore.
I’m not the same girl who once quivered in front of Wilson Luther,
