I took a deep breath and released it to calm my growing fear. I linked my hands as Flynn stood by the windows and looked out on the garden outside. It was still dark but the moonlight outlined the silhouette of the trees.
Flynn rolled his shoulders. His back was tense as we waited.
The nervousness and fear was what I had imagined a prisoner who was about to go on trial would feel, although they still had the hope of a not-guilty verdict. That wasn't the case for me. Soon Harrison would arrive.
But when the door to the study finally opened, it was Travis who stepped inside, not Harrison. The dark evil look he gave me sent a shiver down my spine.
"Look what we have here," he said as he strolled into the room.
His unexpected arrival did nothing to ease the fear that made my heart hammer in my chest. I looked at Flynn.
Flynn turned and pinned Travis with a look.
"I wanted to talk to Harrison first," he said.
"As soon as I heard the human girl had returned, I knew something was up," he said while he watched me with fascination.
To my surprise, Flynn didn't immediately correct him.
"I always suspected you weren't being honest," he revealed with a confidence I had the urge to smack out of him. "Freeing a rogue is not something I would expect an innocent human girl to do, especially when she'd been attacked by one."
I pressed my lips closed, refusing to say anything. The heat of Flynn's eyes on me felt like the sun burning against my skin but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn't want to help any of this along.
"Tell me who you really are." He directed the demand to me but I ignored him as I studied a spot on the carpet.
I felt the pain like a whip across my face before I realized what had happened. The force of it made me take a step backward as my hand covered my stinging cheek.
Flynn stepped between us and glared at Travis. "Don't touch her," he warned.
Why would he care? Shock intermingled with realization as Travis' eyes held mine. He knew.
"It's not possible," he murmured in horror.
The door opened and Harrison walked in. He frowned as he took in the scene and my hand still protecting my aching cheek. It had been a hard strike.
"What's going on?" Harrison asked, looking between Travis and Flynn.
"Travis was just leaving," Flynn said, pinning Travis with a hard look that dared him to disagree.
"I'll be back," Travis promised, giving me a look that left me with no doubt that he would enjoy ending my life.
I felt relief when he left, my hand still covering my sore cheek.
"You're back," Harrison said. When I didn't say anything, he looked to Flynn for answers.
"Tell him what you are," Flynn instructed with the sweep of his one hand.
Looking at Harrison, I refused to feel ashamed of who I was.
"I'm a werewolf..." I began to say.
"And?" Flynn prompted.
"A Keeper."
Harrison didn't look shocked. I glanced at Flynn and he looked confused to say the least. He clearly hadn't gotten the reaction he had expected.
"You knew," Flynn said to him accusingly.
