Upon James’ words, an uproar arose from the crowd.
“You can’t have her!” Sonny roared in anger, pulling me tightly against his chest. “She is MINE!”
This was a new side of Sonny I hadn’t really seen before—a territorial and possessive one. Through the bond, I could feel his wolf trying to break free and Sonny losing control of him little by little.
Then a moderate, firm voice rose out of the chaos: “He can’t have her.”
Helen’s words shocked me. I turned around to see her walking towards the stage slowly. There was a defeated look in her eyes, and I felt like she was trying to tell me something.
‘Just trust me, please,’ she told me through our link. Sonny’s eyes darted toward her.
“Helen,” James intoned, “how lovely of you to finally speak up. Please enlighten me as to why I can’t.” His lips turned up with amusement.
As I glanced at Helen’s set expression, it dawned on me what her plan was.
