“Hmm.”
“How are things going with your mate?”I ask him.
“Well, I think.I don’t know.We went home, and she kind of passed out.She seems to be warming up to me, though…maybe.”
“They’re both closed off and distant,” I comment.
Miles nods.“Wonder what their lives were like before yesterday.”
I swallow hard, and my wolf whines as we think about what they might have lived through.
“Tucker will be here soon to ask them questions about the accident,” Miles says.
“Think it was the Red Fog Pack?”
He shrugs.“I’m headed in.You coming?”
“Yeah.”
I follow him, preparing for round two with my mate.
THREE
Dillon
It’s been two days,and Jensen hasn’t left my side for more than a few minutes.If this were in any other situation, I’d think I found my Prince Charming—but this isn’t a fairytale.
It’s hard to wrap my head around everything that’s happened in the last few days.Sometimes, I feel like I’m being unreasonable.I mean, the guy saved my life.I should be happy and thanking him.But I can’t seem to get past the fact that I had no choice in any of this.He did what he wanted with me and my body.He marked me forever and expected me to be cool with it.
“Can I leave?”I ask the nurse as she comes in.
“Not yet, dear.The doctor says tomorrow.We need your red blood cell count to improve a little more.”
I groan, plopping back in the hospital bed.I’ve been cooped up in here for way too long and I’m going stir crazy.I want to stretch my legs and move around a bit, but every time I so much as lift a finger, Jensen is there, offering help or asking if I need something.I know he’s being helpful, and a part of me thinks it’s sweet how he dotes on me.But another part is waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Jensen seems like a good guy, but I’ve seen people’s masks drop too many times to let my guard down completely.
No one is this perfect.No one treats strangers like this unless they have an ulterior motive.I learned that from my mom’s boyfriends.
What angle could Jensen be working?
“Do you need anything?”the nurse asks.
“No, I’m good.”
“Let me know if you do,” she says before she heads out.
I roll my head to the right and give Mabel puppy dog eyes.
“Please break me out of here,” I beg.
She smiles.“One more day.Twelve more hours.You can make it until then.”
She’s right.It’s already late.Hopefully, when I wake up tomorrow, they’ll do one more test and let me leave.
“Can you feel it?”Mabel whispers.
I frown.“Feel what?”
