Chapter 112. Paranoia

Emily

I sit in the garden for a bit after my talk with Tristan. I don’t think that he believed a damn word I told him, and it pisses me off.

The other day, when I first got back, I thought that I might’ve actually had his ear. But now… he seems more worried about getting in there and talking to fucking Alpha Morris about their secret plan than speaking to me.

I have to wonder what it is that Alpha Morris thinks he knows that will turn this situation with Luna Barbara on its ear. He was supposed to tell me after the five minutes of awful sex we had where I took his virginity–though with that performance, I think he should still be labeled as a virgin, or at least half virgin–but he refused–laughing in my face.

I need to know what it is….

After a while, I get up off of the garden bench and head inside. I only make it about five steps when I hear a familiar tune being whistled and the clomping of footsteps.

It’s the same song Morris