Two leather notebooks sat on his dresser: a red leather one on the bottom and a navy leather one on top. Though I was hoping to find his deepest, darkest secrets in them, I bet it was just some boring ass notes about the pack, scribbled in his messy handwriting.
I opened the top journal. Every page was dated and had some information about the day written on it. The journal dated back to five years ago. Notes about the pack were neatly written on the pages. Some were extremely detailed and serious, others were just mere thoughts. I turned to the last pages, hoping to find something about me.
5/5/2019
Vanessa is so fucking annoying.
I laughed.
5/6/2019
Ryker visits the pack. He is interested in recruiting Isabella.
The words were written much darker than all the other pages. At one point, it looked like he broke through the page with his pen.
5/10/2019
Isabella’s placement is for the best. I don’t get to see her often, since she is ignoring me now, but she is safe.
He wanted to keep me safe, so he decided to throw me into the hospital. Got it.
5/12/2019
A rogue found dead on our property. Isabella’s scent was in the woods the same night. Something is going on with her.
The last note was dated this morning.
5/14/2019
Two rogues found dead. Isabella was lying next to me in bed while it happened.
The scent of pancakes drifted into the room, and I closed the notebook and continued my search before Roman came back. The other notebook was probably even more boring. I could just imagine all his little notes about every pack member.
I peeked inside one drawer in his dresser and frowned. Empty. The next one was empty too. In fact, they were all empty. It looked like he had either cleaned it out recently and thrown everything away or he was waiting for someone to move in all of their clothes.
My wolf growled lowly inside of me at that thought.
After slamming the drawers harder than I expected, I pressed my lips together. Was he seeing someone else while he was seeing me? Was I a side piece? Was it Vanessa? It probably was. That who—
A cute light blue pendant necklace laid on the other side of the dresser next to his watch. I furrowed my brow. What was this? A piece of women’s jewelry on his dresser? I picked it up, knowing that I shouldn’t, but it was so beautiful and I was so full of spite.
It was shaped like a moon and looked identical to a mate’s necklace.
I clenched my jaw harder.
The door opened, and Roman walked into the room. I sucked in a breath and placed the necklace onto the dresser. He placed a plate of pancakes next to it, tensing and glancing at his journals. “Were you looking through my stuff?”
“No,” I said, looking at the necklace. “Whose is this?”
He stepped closer to me, his minty scent comforting me again. “You seem jealous, Isabella.”
“I’m not,” I said quicker than I should’ve. “I just want to know where they got it. Thedetailis beautiful.”
His lips softened into a boyish grin. “You like it?”
“It’s cute.” Really cute. “So, whose is it?”
“It was Mom’s when she was alive. She didn’t want to be buried with it. She wanted me to pass it on to my… mate.” The last word was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
