Chapter 56

Ridge

A flicker of irritation sets my nerves on edge, and I fight the urge to punch the alpha in his face. Sable, on the other hand, doesn’t react to his stern rebuke the way I expect. She stares at Trystan, her blue eyes wide, and then nods.

“You’re absolutely right,” she says. “Thank you. I’m not the girl I was before.”

Okay, so I’m not fully on board with his hard-assed methods, but fuck if that didn’t work.

“I also need to figure out what this means,” Sable goes on, lifting her fork to spear a hunk of potato. “Why am I a witch? How does this affect me? Or how does this affect us and the mate bond?”

“We need to figure it out,” I add, putting emphasis on the we. “You’re not in this alone, nor should you feel like you are.”

She grins—probably the first real smile I’ve seen on her face since we arrived here. “Right. We.”

The rest of dinner passes with lighter conversation, but by the time we’ve all cleaned our plates, I can tell Sable is dead on her feet. Archer is itching to go join