I just shake my head, unable to stifle the grin he so easily provokes.
"So, a lycan attack?" I ask, shifting the topic when his scandalous eyes try to pull me in.
He frowns as if that upsets him. "Yeah. When we were on our way to Drackus's for the Were meeting, I got a call. Some locals stumbled upon a body in the woods. All I knew was that there was a dead cop. And..."
His voice trails off, seeming uncertain about continuing. Then realization strikes me, and my hunger dissipates.
"And you were worried that blood matched the blood in my back seat," I say while gripping my head and leaning forward.
"The blood did match," he says softly, making my stomach tense. "But the body was almost unrecognizable. I think you might have been trying to save him, and it's possible he died in your car. The humans destroyed the scene by tromping around through the woods, but there was a trail of blood. You probably drug him out there when he died. I'm sure you were trying to do damage control. A lycan shredded him. The last I checked, you're not a lycan."
I sigh in relief—as sick as that is. I can't believe I'd just dump a body like that, but I wasn't myself last night. I don't know who I was. I wish I could remember something.
"Care if we get drunk tonight?" I ask, prompting him to laugh.
"You can. It's a little hard for me. I'll gladly take care of you."
My smile returns, but the pounding on the door kills the moment. Kane swears under his breath as he goes to inspect our unwanted visitor. He swings open the door without so much as checking to see who it is.
I scramble around on the bed, knocking a Styrofoam plate of food onto the floor, when I see it's Gage. I don't even acknowledge the mess.
"Why are you here?" Kane groans, blocking Gage's view of me.
"Sorry to interrupt the honeymoon, but we've got a problem. It's about Castine."
