"You knew they were Ironvale's wolves." His voice dropped low, a growl threading beneath the words. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think it mattered," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "You seemed preoccupied with more important things."
He took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. I caught his scent, cedar and smoke, and something bitter underneath it. Agitation. "Who knows, they might have followed your trail back to the estate. They could track somebody through you. Somebody like Scarlett."
I bit down on my lower lip as the last fragile thread of hope inside me snapped clean. Not for a single moment had he been worried about me. He was afraid they might hurt Scarlett. His precious Omega attendant. I was so foolish.
My inner wolf snarled, low and wounded, pacing restlessly behind my ribs. She wanted to shift, to let the pain bleed out through fur and fang. I held her back.
When I didn't respond, his eyes drifted to the table again. "Where's mine?"
His voice was calm on the surface, but there was a sharpness beneath it that could slice through bone.