A smile tugs at my lips at my words, reminiscent of ones I’d spoken to him previously.
Only no one is laughing.
With a sigh, I drag Prescott into the bathroom. Luckily, he releases my hand and lets me go to the toilet alone as he leans against the door.
It makes me mildly uncomfortable to have him in here, but I have to go so badly, there’s no chance of my bladder getting performance anxiety.
Once I’m finished, my body feels more relaxed. But as I wash my hands, I can feel the tension seeping back in.
“It’ll be okay, Luna.” Prescott offers his hand once I’ve dried mine, and I accept it. “Let’s head downstairs.”
It’s not like I can tell him no. There are far too many people in my home waiting to speak with me.
Plus, I want to know what the hell is going on.
When we step back into the bedroom, we find the guys have already left—leaving behind their scents.
“Fuck. They’re my scent matches.” I wait for anger to race through me, but it never does.
Prescott nods. “Mine too.”
“Double fuck.” I hesitate to leave my room. “Do you want to give me a heads-up on what’s going on?”
“Nope. Let’s just get this over with.” He pulls me from the room and down the stairs, where he has to surrender his hold on me once more as the widows surround me.
Then the doctor looks me over.
“I still don’t understand what’s going on,” I tell her when she asks me what I remember.
She nods. “That’s not abnormal. Physically, you’re fine, so I’m going to leave you with your friends. They’ll get you caught up on what happened. If you need anything, just call me, okay?”
“Sure.”
What else am I supposed to say?
After she leaves, I’m led to the living room where Knight and Prescott settle on either side of me, our alphas sitting on the floor at our feet while everyone else settles into a seat.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” Lark asks, and I close my eyes.
“You sent me surveillance of Fabian’s compound last night, and I was going through it.”
She hums. “That wasn’t last night. It was the night before.”
“What?” I squeak out.
How am I missing twenty-four hours or more of my life?
“You saw something in the video, didn’t you?” Knight asks, drawing my attention to him.
I blink, trying to remember when it hits me smack in the face.
“Christian,” I whisper.
The memories rush back to me.
Calling his old number and hearing his voice. Him not recognizing my voice or name. The world going dark around me.
Reliving memories on repeat.
