Hermosa POV

My eyes trailed his movement as he approached my bedstand. He came back, announcing his presence like I cared—even though I did. I was scared of staying alone with his Beta, and his presence was comfortable.

His question sounded like interrogation, trying so hard to learn more about my past; but I will be damned to reveal an inch of myself to the man that killed my best friend.

Eyes blue like the ocean sea melted my resistance. After what his Beta told me, I didn’t know ...