Cedrick's POV

The pen rolled across the table and back into my hand. I flicked it off again, rolling it up the folder and catching it when it rolled back down...

I was deep in thought, thinking about the events these last few days. I'd never imagined that my mate had gone through all of that. And as much as I hated to admit it – because let's face it: I wanted to murder the guy! – but if I hadn't had gotten Dean's advice I would never know. I would never know to push through the façade. To recognize the anger as a cover for what she was really...