Chapter Twenty-Three

Sullen He’s jealous, Sullen’s wolf laughed. Sullen could feel his jealousy throughout the meeting. She was surprised he formed one logical sentence. It was insane the amount of testosterone in that room. She wouldn’t lie and say she hated it. It was nice to have him stick up for her and protect what he wanted. Her mind traveled to Duke who she planned to contact when she got her things from her apartment. What would she say? She had no earthly idea. Roan led her toward his office, and within thirty minutes her belongings arrived. She rushed over to grab her cell phone, shuffling through tons of notifications. She opened her texts and halted over his name. One lousy text. One. She’d been there for two full days and Duke had texted her once. And one missed call with no voicemail. Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes. 'Goodnight' was written across her screen. Her fingertips tightened around her cell phone. She would have tossed it against the wall if she had the money