Nefretiri
Four hours.
It took me that long to go over my memories from the last three years.
Bailey had a natural talent for this.
She knew when to take a break, what questions to ask, and when to move things along, even when Ivan wanted more details.
It didn't make things easier, but I managed better than my mate.
"He's angry," Ivan was storming down the beach, people getting out of his way, the invisible Alpha energy surrounding him warning everyone off.
"He is, but not at you," Bailey handed me a soda, not giving away how she felt about all of this. "No one wants to know their mate suffered so much."
"I shouldn't have said anything about the wolf," that was what broke him.
"You had to tell us. It's what caused the pup's birth. That's a vital piece of information."
"I could've told you in private." How was I supposed to know the stuffed animal I'd been working on for three months looked just like Chagan, or that Ricky would lose his mind like he did?
