Nan’s POVThis must be a mistake!The man I talked to was skinny, tall, and brunette. Not this lean, short, red-haired man looking inquisitively at me and Mr. Darren. I know who I talked to.We had an entire conversation! ‘What is going on?’ I think angrily.“Jay, there is an issue we need to settle
“Are you feeling better now?” Mr. Darren eyes me critically.I give a bitter laugh. “Not really.”“It seems that this…accident will not be resolved too easily.” He remarks.“No, no, I don’t think it will.” I scoff.“Because the other party to this incident is unknown-”I interject. “But they aren’t.
Nan’s POVA silver lining in my cloud of turmoil flashes before me.I greedily grasp Mr. Darren’s verbal lifeline. “How? How do I fix this?”“You have made a dangerous enemy Ms. Lupa.” He grimly reminds me.“Mrs. Wolfsbane is not someone you or I could go up against. Especially not on her own home t
If…If…If…It is unfair. ‘But that seems to be my lot in life,’ I think. ‘No point in crying over spilled milk.’“Okay, okay. I get it.” I tell him.“Can I just have minute to think it over? I need to just…” I sigh.He nods. “I need to drop some paperwork off anyway. Let me know your decision when I
Nan’s POVHe points his finger….at my necklace. I glance back at him in confusion. “Mr. Darren?” I ask.“That could be the solution to your problem.” He answers calmly.My eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean? It’s just a gift from Lionel.”He huffs a little impatiently. “Ms. Lupa, surely you underst
‘It’s not just a trinket!’ I want to yell. ‘It means so much more than that!’But…was it really right for me to hang onto it?Mr. Darren has some good points. Wouldn’t Lionel be more upset about his relative’s ruined wedding than a silly necklace being sold? Causing problems for Lionel is the last t
Lionel’s POVMy wolf prowls restlessly beneath my skin.Agitation makes concentrating impossible. I give up the illusion of cool calm within 30 minutes. Nan’s message ruling my disturbed thoughts.‘Long day. Don’t feel like talking about it….’The day had started normally. Nan took one of my extra c
“Sorry about dinner. I think I’ll just head to bed.” She struggles to smile.“I am not worried about that. I am more worried about whatever put that look on your face. " I remark.The false smile dies. She looks away from me. But I am not deterred.“Nan, tell me what's wrong. Did something happen at