CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
"I have to go find Vi." The drive beat at Rowe. He couldn’t stand the way she’d walked away. Something was wrong.
Hunter must have felt the same way, given her vigorous nod. "Where you think she went?"
"To talk to Rosalie." His mate was going to kill him someday. Whether she did it herself or by giving him an aneurysm, he wasn't sure, and though he was still angry, he looked forward to it. She was his.
And he had been kind of an a*s. He had to apologize for that, and he could do it when she was safe.
"You really think she went after Rosalie?" Hunter pressed. She seemed doubtful.
"No, she didn't go after her. She wanted to talk to her." His temple throbbed. This had been one of the longest days of his life, and he was ready for it to be over. He wanted to cuddle up
