Time and again, reality proved one truth: when Nate and I were confined in a sealed space, mere conversation was impossible.
As I climbed into the car, my hand found his, a quiet anchor. Nate’s lips curved briefly, but his face quickly settled into a sullen mask, his mood visibly sour, demanding to be coaxed.
I studied him, amusement flickering. “Heard the commotion inside?”
He grunted, his expression softening slightly, confirming my guess.
The sounds of me felling Henry—my kicks, his pained howls as I stormed out—had been loud. Nate, a Wolf King who’d thwarted countless skilled assassins, possessed razor-sharp hearing. He’d caught every moment.
My amusement grew. “So, you want to know what happened?”
“Of course,” he said, indignation flaring. “We’re partners—mates. You know what t
