A Bitter Aftertaste

Stella

Applause begins to ripple across the studio audience, but all I see is Vance, sitting in the back, staring down at me. He’s wearing a blue surgical mask, but I know it’s him. I can tell by his eyes, by the way that my wolf stirs ever so slightly just from looking at him.

“Wow, Stella,” Holly says, drawing me back to the present, back to the interview. “That was lovely. Your staff must be