NINETY-EIGHT

His comment made me pause as it reminded me of a time in the not-so-distant past when he hid things from me for no good reason.

“You’re not doing that again, are you?” I asked with furrowed brows. His expression mirrored mine.

“Doing what?” He wiped the corner of his mouth as I fought down the horn dog in me that found that erotic.

“You’re not back to keeping secrets from me, are you?” It was ridiculous to ask because, from the look of things, he was. Someone all the way in the Silver Moon pack had to call to inform me of my life being in danger but my mate who was right beside me already knew but didn’t bother telling me.

“Should I really bother you with the news of some nitwits plotting nonsense?” His frown deepened as did mine.

Here we go again.

“I’ve told you I don’t enjoy being left out of the loop,” I grumbled, my head spinning. “First, it was Avalon seducing you and now – this –“ I spread my arms as if the remnants of food on the table before me were the problem.

“That si