CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Rowe’s head cleared after about fifteen minutes, and he was shaking with anger. Someone had messed with his head. He could have hurt someone.
He could have hurt Vi.
Everything within him rebelled at the thought. Nothing could compel him to hurt her. And yet she had moved a few feet away from him and had her arms wrapped around her midsection as if she was trying to protect it.
“Are you alright?” he forced himself to ask. He didn’t know what he’d do if he’d hurt her. He hoped she could come up with the appropriate punishment.
Vi unwrapped her arms from around herself and shifted closer to him. “I’m not hurt. I’m angry.”
“I’m sorry.” Shame washed over him. “I know I said some things, but it’s all kind of blurry.”
“Not at you, stupid wolf. At whoever decided to serve
