Maze of Confessions

Vance

Stella’s face is a picture of complete and utter betrayal as she looks at me from across the metallic countertop.

“Why are you really here, Vance?” she hisses, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “What else could you possibly want from me?”

For a moment, I almost consider telling her that there’s nothing else, that I just wanted to apologize. But then there’s my wolf in the back of my mind