Poisoned Whispers

PRIMUS VALERIUS'S POV

Rejected.

The word itself curdled in my chest like poison. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, restless, snapping at the thought, refusing to accept it.

No. Impossible. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

But then the memories came back in a flood—the way she stared at me blankly in the hall, the way she brushed past me as if I was nothing more than air, as if Gideon’s hand at her ba