Chapter 117 The Messenger
- Helen POV
- I knelt by his feet, watching as he crumbled into a chair by the fireplace. I hadn’t even thought to find a robe, or to slip into my dress from earlier as it reeked of William’s scent still.
- I leaned my clean, warm cheek against my Lycan mate’s knee and watched him turn over the envelope carefully. He didn’t want to open, that was obvious, but my curiosity was certainly pricked.