Bree watched as Dallas’ eyes widened when he saw her standing in the doorway. “Bree, no, that’s not what I—”
“Who were you talking to?” Bree demanded. “Was it Kreos? Is he demanding that I come back again?”
She stepped forward, as though that would be able to reveal whoever Dallas had been on the phone with, even though she knew it was an empty gesture.
“It wasn’t Kreos,” Dallas said hastily, trying to explain. “It was one of the elders from my pack. They heard about you, and they were concerned—”
“Well, then it’s a good thing that you took care of their worries,” Bree said. “If you don’t actually want to be mated with me, if you get rid of me, then they won’t have to worry about a filthy witch poisoning their royal bloodline.”
Dallas looked frustrated. “That’s not it.”
