CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

VENITA:

"He was present," Peter confirmed, injecting a hint of humor, "and trust him not to tolerate or promote an air of romance."

I chuckled nervously. "Right. But Mr. Walsh's attitude isn't proper considering it's my workplace."

"That's very true," Peter agreed, "but it's better to deal with him than constantly be close to Mr. Kurt's craziness."

The journey back to the house was accompanied by the echoes of our conversation. As I approached the gates, memories of the recent encounter resurfaced. The transformation, the realization that they saw a wolf and not me momentarily distracted me from the panic that had grown. I should be fine.

Pleasantries were exchanged at the gates and throughout my entrance into the house. I made my way to my room, the anticipation of what awaited me draining since it was unknown. The door creaked open, and I gasped at the sight before me.

The room had undergone a profound transformation in my absence. It was as if someone had closed down a florist shop