Nefretiri
Four hours.
Revisiting three years of memories took longer than expected, leaving all of us drained.
Bailey had a natural talent for this.
She knew when to take breaks, what questions were critical, and when to move the conversation along, even when Ivan insisted on 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 her opinion about all of this. "No one wants to learn that their mate suffered so much."
"I shouldn't have said anything about the stuffed wolf," that's what broke him.
"You had to tell us. It's what caused the pup's birth. That's a vital piece of information."
