Chapter Ninety-two

**ASHTON**

"Are you even listening to what I am saying?" Williams tapped the desk in front of me.

I was jostled fork my pleasant thought inky to smile at him. "Mmm? What?"

Williams appraised me, his eyes narrowed at me. "Start spikking."

"Spilling what?" I demanded, adjusting on my chair so he doesn't see the large bulge I was spotting. How was I supposed to start telling him that the man sitting before him was no longer the man he used to know. Once more, I was allowing myself get blown away by a werewolf.

Scratch that.

I have an idea that this happened a long time ago. I was the one evading it, pretending to be unaffected when of course I was down the ocean, drowned my the goddess own ropes. This is too good to be real.

"Tell me what has you glowing like this?" He drew out the chair in front of my desk and say down, taking the bottle of Madeira to pour a large potion for himself. "I have been noticing it, don't give me ctap. At first, I was like, let me give you some time to confi