“You’ve got this.” Harper held out her fist. I bumped it with mine. “But if the werewolves hate turned vampires, you’re not lying for me forever, even if their blood really does save me. I’ll turn myself in to them or the Guild before I devolve fully.”
I hated it, but I agreed.
“Have you talked to my family?” I asked.
She made a face. “Maverick took over communications with them.”
My eyes widened. “Should I ask them how it’s going?”
“I wouldn’t, if I were you.”
Yeah. That was a good call. They’d reach out if they hadn’t heard anything.
“What about your mom? Has she started pestering you about not seeing her since the murders started yet?” I asked.
Her expression darkened. “No. I think she’s trying to give me space to cope or something. I hate lying to her, but the moment she learns what I am, I’ll be dead to her.”
“I’m sorry.
“Me too.” She took my hand and squeezed.
I squeezed back.
And we refocused on the cake.
At least, we did for a while.
Until she zoned out again, making me feel some seriously intense dread. I sent her home for a bag of Maverick’s blood and hoped like hell that Velour was right about it saving her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
maverick
Bloom’s assmoved against my erection, and I gripped her hips roughly, rocking her a little harder.
“What are you doing?” she whispered to me.
“Helping.”
“I was trying to get out of bed, Mav. I need a shower.”
“You don’t.” I nuzzled her throat, inhaling deeply.
“I’m supposed to text Rhone when you wake up.”
“The bite you gave me healed already.”
“It did?”
I let go of her hip long enough for her to look over her shoulder at my throat.
“Wow. You really do heal fast.”
“You didn’t take that much blood the second time, and wolves always heal quicker when they’re physically touching their mate.”
“They do?”
“Mmhm.”
