We got back to the pack house as the council meeting ended and the councilors spilled out the back door — just in time for Lucian to dump the still-twitching revenant on the ground at their feet.
Three of the councilors stopped dead, staring down at the body.
Jace came out the door next, still smiling and glad-handing one of the older councilors, a stubborn old goat who always disagreed with anything Jace wanted to do on principle, because Jace was less than a thousand years old.
I stared at my mate's handsome face, his dark hair and stubbled jaw and broad shoulders, his air of confidence and competence and easy strength — all the things I'd come to realize I might not be able to live without, even if I wanted to.
And I willed him silently not to hate me. Don't be disappointed in me.
I'd never have admitted it out loud, but that scared me more than anything.
Revenants had nothing on the idea that Jace might realize I was more trouble than I was worth.
