#Chapter 8 Meeting Arabella
Selene's POV
Arabella Winters is everything I am not: Tall, blonde and voluptuous, with an innate confidence that allows her to flourish in pack society.
I sit across from her at a small table, a pair of cappuccinos sitting untouched between us. Big brown doe-eyes look me up and down, her face never revealing her thoughts. When she finally speaks, her voice is high and reedy. "Listen, I know things are really complicated with you and Bastien right now, and I just felt…" She pauses to search for the right words, "I saw how upset you looked last night and I just want to assure you that nothing happened between Bastien and me."
"Oh?"
"You have my word." Arabella vows, "Nothing happened and nothing will until your separation is official."
I can't keep the surprise from my face.
Arabella winces, "I'm sorry I thought the information was public."
