Chapter 25

25 A Little Repair

Mara

I sat down, still tense, every muscle wound tight.

Lucian sat beside me without hesitation, resting his hand on my thigh. It was meant to calm me, and it worked-until his thumb began moving gently. Soothing. Warm.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or place to be aroused.

I forced myself to focus just as Alpha Vander cleared his throat.

“Mara,” he began, his voice more measured than I’d ever heard it. “I owe you an apology. A deep one. I was wrong.”