Wendy's POV

My laugh bounced off the walls, sounding mean and teasing. “Really, George? You'd actually show me off to the Council for this?” I pointed to the plain room, the simple bed, and the one locked door.

“Anybody can see I've been set up! Did you really think this silly show was my own doing?” I crossed my arms, staring at him without looking away. He looked hurt, with anger building up in his usually calm eyes, but I wouldn't back down. Not now. Not ever again.

He ran his fingers through his hair, a move I knew very well. “Whitney.” he started, his voice heavy with a need...