“Almost two in the morning. You fell asleep, so I carried you here. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I realize he has his jacket on, and frown.
“Are you leaving?”
“I have to.”
“When will you come back?” I ask immediately
He sighs and leans over to kiss my forehead again. “I don’t know. Soon.”
How soon is soon? My wolf whines, she doesn’t want him to go, but my human self knows he has other responsibilities. He caresses my hair a few more seconds and exits the room as silently as a shadow. Tiredness and the sound of the rain pull me back to sleep as soon as the door shuts.
Chapter 4
The next morning, I can still feel his lips against my forehead, like traces of a burn. I stay in bed for a while, thinking it over and over. The whole evening felt so unreal. Damian exuded this aura of untouchability, yet he was so close to me. I could also feel his wolf, so noble yet dangerous. As mysterious as his human self... I can’t fully understand him, but I sure want to.
I feel something moving on my bed, and notice Bobo’s head looking at me at the end of the mattress, his tongue sticking out.
“Good Morning, Bobo.”
It’s a bit late for training, so I take a quick shower, and I can’t help but remember Damian’s scent. Is it so enticing because he is my mate? Or do other female werewolves feel it, too? My wolf growls loudly. Yeah, I don’t like the idea either. I choose a pair of dark jeans and an oversized grey t-shirt and pull my hair up in a messy ponytail while exiting my bathroom. Bobo is right there waiting for me.
Tonia, however, is absent from the apartment that day. She just left me a somewhat mysterious note, saying: “Pack Business. Will be back in the afternoon.” I read it and just cook breakfast for Bobo and myself. I wonder what’s going on. A Rogue attack? Or from another Clan? I heard the Purple Clan is quite aggressive...
I can’t help but leave my thoughts to drift to my own Clan during breakfast. Am I still part of the Jade Moon? I wish I knew what happened. It’s been weeks now. December is coming, what could Alec be doing now? Did he manage to pay his debts off?
“Bobo, can we go out? Please.”
The wolf ignores me, his massive head still on his plate. I get up and go back to my bedroom to grab a white hoodie that seems warm enough, get a pair of sneakers, and head for the entrance.
But once I push the handle, it won’t open. What? I’ve seen Tonia go in and out about a dozen times! Did she close it after leaving? Bobo probably knew I wouldn’t be able to go, so he didn’t bother to stop me. Great!
Annoyed, I go back to eating my breakfast, trying to think. Is there a spare key somewhere? If we are locked inside, they must have a plan in case an emergency arises? I try to convince Bobo a bit longer, but he ignores me as usual, even when I threaten to stop cooking. How can he be even more stubborn than Tonia!
I try to keep myself busy, but all I want is to exit the apartment and at least take a walk in the city. I know how crazy it is after what he’s done to me, but I can’t help but worry about Alec. He is my brother, after all. And there is the matter about Marcus...
I still can’t remember clearly what happened that night, and it worries me more than anything. I see bloodstains everywhere each time I try, and I’m scared I’ve done something terrible. They got rid of my dress when they found me, but every time I picture it, she’s not white anymore...
Bobo doesn’t care about what I do all day. I guess he’s confident I won’t be able to find the spare key -if there is one-anyway. As soon as I start innocently reading one of my study books, Bobo resumes his favorite activity: sleeping. It doesn’t take five minutes until he starts snoring.
Usually, when he’s napping, Tonia takes over in watching me, and she won’t leave the room I’m in. This time, however, Tonia’s away, and I may have two to three hours of no-surveillance time. After a few minutes, I get up to grab a cup of water in the kitchen, checking if Bobo will wake up and follow me. But he doesn’t. I can hear him snoring peacefully, and I don’t know if I should be glad he won’t wake up or a bit annoyed that he is that confident in me not being able to leave.
Taking my chance, I tiptoe to the entrance and look at the keyhole once again. Can I try and force it with a hairpin, like in movies? I don’t feel too confident about the idea... And all the clicketing might wake up my bodyguard. I try to force the handle a couple of times as quietly as possible, but of course, it won’t just open. So frustrating! I was about to turn around and give up when I hear steps from the other side. Is Tonia coming back earlier than planned? Someone abruptly opens the door, and to my surprise, it turns out to be a teenager with a hoodie and a backpack.
“Liam?” I ask, surprised to see the younger brother here.
He puts an index on his lips, mimicking to shut up with a pissed look. It seems like he is a bit... anxious? Is he avoiding someone? He looks at me from head to toe, then whispers softly.
“You alone?”
“No, Bobo is sleeping in the salon, but...”
He makes a grimace. Did he think I’d be alone? He is about to close the door behind him, but I put my feet in between. He frowns.
“What are you doing?” He whispers.
“I was about to go out!”
