Chapter Sixty Seven

SIENNA

I watched as Clara and Sylvester were engaged in conversation. I twisted my fingers together. Trying to make sense of the anger that was clawing at me within the walls of my stomach and from inside me.

I knew that I didn't have any reason to be upset. I had already told myself that I was long done with him in terms of anything romantic. Yet when she placed her hand on his arm and left it there. My eyes narrowed into slits. My wolf growled at the sight.

She was becoming possessive and before I could think rationally, I took a step closer to them. Their heads snapped in my direction. Sylvester’s brows furrowed with concern as his gaze met mine and I watched irritation flash through Clara's.

“You've finally checked up on him. You need to excuse us so that we can discuss business,” I said, trying to keep my voice empty of whatever it was that I was feeling.

“Don't be such a party crasher, Sienna. You know we're having a conversation. You can't just step in and tell me to end it.”