Chapter Sixty-Five

Troy’s POV

The scalding water reddened his skin, but Troy remained under it. He was exhausted, pissed off and he had a lot of shit to deal with. He needed to find Amber, sort something out for Cleo, because she couldn’t remain in his pack. He had conference calls to make, the High Council to deal with and his mate decided to fucking run off.

He finished up in the bathroom and walked to the dressing room to get dressed. Reese was still on the bed and she looked shaken and worried. He wanted to comfort her but his wolf had decided on tough love and he couldn’t go against him.

Troy walked out of the dressing room in a suit and he straightened his cuffs as he looked at Reese. “Your parents are in the morgue. Please speak to Drake about any arrangements you want made.”

“Troy …”

He turned back towards her. “What?”

“Can we talk about what happened, please?”

“I have work to do, Reese. I already missed a full day’s work because you ran. You’ve made your stance pretty clear from the moment you