Once Justin was gone, I let my cheerful facade drop, slumping against the counter with a heavy sigh. His cryptic words about Ragnar's decisions having "multiple layers" tumbled through my mind, mixing with thoughts of those haunting dreams until my head ached with the complexity of it all.
Multiple layers? Sounds more like he's trying to make his Alpha seem like less of a monster to me.
I snorted.
Yeah right.
I pushed away from the counter, needing to move, to do something with this restless energy that seemed to constantly hum beneath my skin these days. The kitchen was spotless – Justin had been meticulous in putting everything away – but I started pulling out ingredients anyway. Cooking had always helped me think, and right now, I had entirely too much to think about.
As I began
