Chapter 28

I sucked in a deep breath, my entire body going still. I shrank against Glinda’s warm, soft body, trying to disappear into her fur, but Griff closed the distance between us, making the air crackle with the force of his suspicion.

Beki whimpered. She knew this moment would happen eventually, which was why she had wanted me to be honest with Griff. The tiny shred of me that believed in good luck had hoped I might escape before anyone worked out I was a spy.

“I’m waiting for an answer,” Griff snarled.

My lips trembled, so I forced them into a tight line. What was wrong with this wolf? Why of all times was he asking such questions?

“You’re feverish,” I said, my words clipped. “In case you’ve forgotten, your body is trying to recover from being impaled by a demon’s javelin.”

“Cathwulf.” He said my name with the kind of hatred one would reserve for their worst enemy. Considering everything I had done to him, I guessed that he counted me as his nemesis.

“Go back to bed.” I gave him a shove.