It had confused me that Wren had opted to excuse herself from the dinner. But I was never going to complain at the opportunity of time alone with Grace. And that evening she seemed to be on perfect form. The tinkling sound of her laughter had sounded through the air like a melody on multiple occasions already. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling in the light of the low lighting I had set for us as we ate together. As much as the temptation was there, I veered away from discussing the night I needed to know more of, and we chatted of pack events, and that seemed to be a topic Grace could speak freely of with no restraints.
