“You didn’t answer my question earlier,” Orion said darkly, and I moved to sit down on the couch, picking up my coffee and frowning over at him. “What question?” He rubbed his hand across the thick stubble on his jaw, dropping into a chair opposite me. “About the Wolf sleeping in your bed.” My gut clenched and I stole a few extra seconds drinking my coffee before I answered. “Who told you that?” “Does it matter?” he shot back. “Fucking Darius,” I muttered. “You said you weren’t together,” he pressed, and I sighed, not wanting to get into an argument again.
