Our mate loves us, I can faintly hear Sage say.
He does. He really does.
We’re sitting on the couch in my living room. Well, Seth is sitting and I’m curled up in a ball with my head resting on his lap. He’s been playing with my straightened hair for some time and while I know he would never say it, he seems to prefer it to the new curly hair.
Is Benjamin a bad man? I ask my wolf. I’ve no idea what to think of the memories, but none of them seem to make sense with hour he acted when I met him.
I thought so, until you met him this week. Maybe losing his strength changed him.
I thought he seemed genuine, but I don’t know. Do you know how he can link the other rogues?
No, I don’t. But I don’t think he’s supposed to be able to.
“Seth,” I say, pulling his attention away from
