Serena played with a strand of her hair, twirling it slowly around her index finger until it snapped. She let the broken piece fall from her fingertips. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, he was making an effort. That had to count for something.
Though she wished he had asked her something else. She had only been a rogue for roughly two years, and the remainder of her life was spent in a pack, but Darius did not know that. And he did not have to.
An idea flickered in her mind, suddenly. She nearly jolted in her seat. She could tell him the truth, but not all of it. And add some experiences from the last two years. Thankfully, there was no one to verify any of it.
"It was hard," Serena began, curling her fingers into her lap. "Every day felt like a gamble, especially when I ventured too far from home."
