Bree flinched as the library doors slammed shut behind Dallas.
She swallowed her sob as best she could, trying not to let him know just how much he was affecting her.
She had wanted to remain cold and detached when she saw the Alpha so that she could save some sort of face in front of him—but Dallas’ presence had sent most of her resolve flying out the window. She wanted nothing more than to demand why he was treating her like this, why he had left her after they had spent the night together.
But Dallas’ anger had overwhelmed her, and she hadn’t been able to express herself directly.
She tried to go back to her book, attempting to just let the encounter roll off of her back, but her concentration was shot, her nerves and emotions frazzled by everything that had happened that day.
She had thought that she was starting to find a new side of Dallas, one that she might be able to see as a partner in the future, but it looked like she had been wrong.
