Ramsey.
The High Priestess had to leave because it was time for her afternoon devotions but she promised to come back afterwards, to finish up the conversation.
My gaze flitted to Lyla… although she was trying to wear a brave smile, I could see the sadness in her eyes.
"You need to rest, I'm sure there's provision for us in the pack. We should go," Nathan muttered, placing his hand on the small of her back, already guiding her towards the door.
But before they could leave, I mustered courage and approached them. I met Lyla's gaze with a pleading look of mine. "Please," I murmured "I need to speak with you."
Nathan as usual tensed, inserting himself between me and her. "What else do you want to tell her, Alpha Ramsey? You want to blame her more?"
"Stay out of this, Nathan… for once, can you just sit back and do nothing? This is between me and Lyla."
Before he could respond, Lyla placed a gentle hand on his arm.
