Nefretiri
I'm five pastries in, and I don't feel any better.
Penelope hasn't stopped fussing since we left the store, and nothing I do makes her feel better. She finally cried herself to sleep, and I felt awful. Could she miss Ivan already? She just met him, but they clearly had a bond, and I'd walked away. It felt wrong, but it's what I'd done.
Something pulled me away, and I couldn't fight it.
'I couldn't do it,' I leaned back in the seat, ignoring the crumbs on my lips. 'I just met him. I'm married and know nothing about him other than he's the Alpha of a werewolf pack in Colorado...'
'That's what your rationality tells you to do. What does your heart tell you to do?'
That was a dangerous question.
