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“Well?” Rueben says, waving his hand over her exposed skin.
I frown at him. “You’re sick, you know that?”
He blows out a breath. “No tattoo! Scarlett has a red dragon, right here.”
His finger hovers over her body, and I blink as I look back at her pale skin.
No tattoo. Come to think of it, she’s been dressed kind of different this week, too.
Long, loose shirts instead of the tight, revealing kind she’s always wearing under her red leather jacket. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Scarlett wearing something that didn’t show off her tattoo, now that I really think about it.
I shoot Rueben a glare. “Point made. Out.”
He rolls his eyes and walks around me to leave the room.
I cover Sapphire back up. She’s sleeping soundly when I follow Rueben out into the hall.
“See?” Rueben says, looking gleeful.
“I wouldn’t get too hyped about this,” I tell him. “It means we’ve been acting like we’re interested in Scarlett, right to our actual mate’s face. Whatever her relationship with Scarlett actually is, I don’t know anyone who would just be cool with that.”
His face falls. “But it’s all been a crazy misunderstanding. She can’t hold that against us. Right? I mean, she can’t. Tell me she can’t?”
“Go check on your kitten, Rueben. He’s been left alone for a while now.”
“Don’t act like you’re the boss of me,” he says, as he sticks his phone in his pocket and goes into his room. He turns at the door. “You’re not Bishop.”
He closes his door. I let out a sigh as I sink back down to a sitting position.
It’s going to be a long day, and I don’t think anything’s going to get much better once our mate wakes up.
We’ve been chasing the wrong woman for our mate. I can’t think of a worse mistake to make when it comes to the opposite sex.
I lean back against the wall.
Our mate isn’t who we thought she was.
I hope she’s more forgiving than I was when I thought she was Scarlett, because otherwise we’re in for a rough ride before any bonds are forged.
Chapter sixty-four
Gus
I blink awake into darkness, my jaw aching a little as I start to sit up. I smacked my head off the table when I passed out. I also knocked something over, I think. My body feels a bit stiff as I get out of bed, rubbing at my jaw, and I’m a little wonky on my feet as I head toward the bedroom door.
I take my phone out of my back pocket to check the time.
It’s a little after two p.m. so I’ve lost a few hours at most.
I open my door and wince at the sudden influx of light from the hallway.
Waiting a second for my eyes to adjust, I blink at Scout as he gets to his feet across the hall from my door. He’s eyeing me suspiciously as I come out of my room and shut the door behind me.
“Hey,” he says. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I lost a fight with the kitchen table. Where is she?”
“She’s still sleeping,” he tells me, his gaze flicking to the spare bedroom door.
