KNOX
"How long were you planning to keep Claudia alive from me?" I demanded the moment I stepped into the room that Tessa always stayed in whenever she was at the pack.
My lip curled as I looked around—everything was painted in soft pinks and florals, like she was trying to recreate some childhood she never had. I hated that she was still here, playing the whore for Dante. I'd already told her to leave. But first, I needed answers.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, frowning as she looked up from her phone.
"Claudia Fields," I gritted out. "Your best friend."
Her brows knit deeper. "Claudia?"
I dragged a hand through my hair, tugging hard at the roots before pulling it down my face. "Don't play dumb, Tessa. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Drop the act."
"Claudia is dead," she said flatly, voice suddenly sharper. "And I don't talk about the dead."
