Two hours later, Kylo and I sat at a restaurant inside his pack. I hadn’t made a move toward him, hadn’t had the confidence to get much closer. The earlier times I had come face-to-face with Kylo, my wolf had made it easy to flirt with him. She always wanted him—always. But now, I could barely feel her on the surface. Ever since we’d left Roman, she had been so distant as if something wasn’t right.
But hell, even I couldn’t tell anymore with her. My wolf had the raging emotions of a goddess at times, yet could also conceal them too well sometimes.
Across from me, Kylo sipped a glass of red wine and gazed at me, surprisingly calmer than I’d thought he’d be, knowing that I was supposedly holding Roman’s baby inside of me. I thought that if he was Dolus, he’d at least pick up on the decepti
