Gianna

A knock on the carriage door pulls me out of my thoughts.

I know it can only be the Beta.

He opens it moments later, and we stare at each other for a handful of seconds. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” is all I say.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “You could step outside and stretch your legs. You’ve been seated for too many hours.”

I nod, and he stands aside to let me climb down. When my feet hit the ground, prickly sensations travel up my legs. I ...