The Price of Betrayal: My White Wolf Path

Arch," in San Francisco. Bridget, ever loyal, asked no questions and immediately started m

s, and business management. She spent hours online, studying the work of top architects, her mind once again buzzi

ther, each one a small, digital stone cast in her direction, demanding to know why she was not

versary, Blake came home. He found her in the home o

prised. "What

not looking up from her drafting table. "

eased. He was accustomed to her life revolving around him. "I guess

at him. Her gaze was coo

ing his hand a bandage and a week of her worried attention. Her s

words feeling hollow even to him.

he air between them, a monu

e low. "If I said I wanted a

s phone rang. He glanced a

walking into his study

tone he never used with her. She didn't need to hear the words. She kn

m the study. "I'm taking you out f

was one last thing

restaurant. He pulled up to the

holding a huge bouquet of white gardenias and a beautifully wrapped gift box. For a disorienting sec

started, her

ed at his side, linkin

t and triumphant. "Blake told me you were joining us to cele

f hope died,

e Caroline's frozen expres

ing her the flowers and the gift.

r, the flowers, the gift. She was not a participant in the

orite." She unwrapped the gift to reveal the diamond necklace he had been so excited about. "

, his eyes fixed on Ariana, a so

ffocating. She reached out and took the bouquet f

e said, her voice a strained wh

k you, Caroline. You

her along. He had used her. He had used their anniversary as a cover to cele