~ JOHN-PAUL ~
As soon as Lorde closed the door behind him and JP whirled to begin defending himself and his mate, Lorde raised his hands. “There’s no need, JP. None. I know what’s true. I’ve already spoken with Lark. Don’t worry, she’ll be returned to you.”
JP almost collapsed with relief. Being separated from her, even just for hours, even just in the same building, had felt as if someone had removed a limb from his body. His mind kept mindlessly screaming, what if? What if? What if?
But then, as he watched the male watching him, his face so expressionless, JP’s anger boiled. “If you already knew I was telling the truth, why go through this charade? Tell them that I’m telling the truth!”
“I needed to speak with you and Lark privately, and without the wider packs becoming aware I was
