The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 51

“I’m sorry,” I start softly, “for using that tone and treating you with such roughness. You’ll do well to remember that I’m not human. You’ll also do well to know your place. I’m your boss, so be sure not to lie to me if you want to keep your job on top of your life.”

“What do you want from me?” she asks, her voice colder than steel.

“Answers.”

At this point, I’m about to lose it. My gut suspects she’s trying to protect someone who could be the key to our downfall. I’ve given her an easy exit from this. Maybe she just doesn’t understand that this is the only chance she gets to clear her name.

I consider telling her more but decide against it. Instead, I rephrase the question. “Why did Tim send you those messages? What does he have on you?”

“It has nothing to do with you,” she insists.

Tired of these games, I slam my hand against the wooden surface. My wolf peaks out as I snarl. “Enough!”

Despite her best efforts to control it, I can smell the sweet scent of terror. And fearing me. It’s the best way to call out a liar.

So, she’s definitely hiding something.

“Tim’s my ex-boyfriend. We were together for two years,” she says, which I already knew.

“At first, he didn’t take the breakup well. He threatened to send my nudes to everyone in the company. For a while, he was struggling with alcohol, and some of those messages, he sent when he was at rock bottom.”

That explains all the mood swings, my wolf allows.

“Eventually, he came around, and we became friends again,” she continues. “I think he still loves me, but he also learned to respect the fact that we’re not together anymore. He’s one of the best programmers on my team, and it took us a while to get over our past, but we’re in a pretty good place now.”

The last batch of messages suggests otherwise, my wolf comments. I’m inclined to agree with him.

“He was the one to bring my attention to the radicals’ killings,” she explains as if reading my mind. “He insisted on calling someone, but I shut him down and went to find you instead. That’s all. On Monday, I’ll talk to him again to make sure he stays in line. There. That’s it. Are you happy now?”

Fuck no.

My insides are burning like hot iron, yet I remain sitting behind the kitchen table and act all composed. For some reason, I want to tear this Tim character apart limb for limb. How dare he threaten Cassidy?

Isn’t that what you did? my wolf muses.

Shut up, I snap.

Careful now, he warns softly. It looks like sweet Cassie has a way of bringing mood swings out of people. How else would you explain your rollercoaster behavior?

Our rollercoaster behavior, I counter. Or did you forget that you’re also constantly changing your mind about her?

I know, he sighs. I really can’t put my paw on this one.

You and me both, I agree.

“Do you know who the leak is?” I ask, aiming for directness as I narrow my eyes at her.

Her reaction is pretty predictable. She jumps to her feet and starts picking up the dishes from the table. Her hand trembles when she puts my plate in the sink.

“Graham, it was a mistake for us to spend the night together,” she says, her voice once again thick with fear. “You just stormed into my life, messed with my mind, and took me the way you wanted. You’re dangerous, paranoid, and psychotic. This is not okay.”

Yes, Cassie, I am.

I am all that and much more.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I point out, my eyes tracking her every move.

Her nostrils flare. The muscles in her body tense up, and I realize that I pushed her too far.