“To our right, we have a priceless lamp, pulled out of a prestigious collection.”
“Seriously?” I eyed the lamp. It didn’t look special.
“Nah. It’s just a lamp. My pack’s decorator asked me to approve a pair that were more than a thousand dollars each, and I told her to fuck off.”
“Did you phrase it like that?”
“Of course. She replied that I was being rude. I sent her the link for a five-dollar one.”
“Mav, you’re a billionaire.”
“Doesn’t mean I need to waste a thousand bucks on a lamp. It’s just a fucking lamp.”
“I bet she spent more than fifteen dollars on those.”
“She did. Almost a hundred.” He shook his head. “Ridiculous.”
“Is everyone in your pack this stubborn?” I asked.
“No. The docile wolves stay at the estate full-time.”
I’d love to see the estate sometime, but the odds of that happening were slim. Eventually, Maverick was going to realize I’d manipulated him to give Harper his blood, and he was going to hate me.
Or kill me.
And her, when she devolved.
For her sake, I hoped we could get her to the Guild if that happened. As much as it would kill her to let her mom take her life, I knew she would want to talk to Neve before she died.
But there was still a chance Velour’s urban legend was true.
If she stopped zoning out after she drank another bag of Maverick’s blood, we would know.
“Is that a dog bed?” I gestured toward it.
“Technically, yes.”
“Do you actually use it?”
“Of course. It’s insanely comfortable, regardless of what form you’re in. Come on.” He tugged me toward it.
“I don’t think I need to lay in an oversized—“ He pulled me down on it with him, ignoring the gigantic blanket and sheet that were still beneath his arm. “Okay, then.”
“It’s nice, right?”
I moved around a little. It was incredibly soft, and the cushions were the perfect combination of squishy and firm. “Yeah, it actually is. How does a person find a dog bed large enough for a monster-sized wolf?”
“A person special orders one for every were in their pack because they’re a fantastic Alpha.”
“Sounds expensive.”
“Like you said, I can afford it.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him tighter. His voice lowered, the playfulness disappearing. “Hey, Bloom?”
“Yeah?” My question was soft.
“I’m really fucking glad you didn’t die.”
“Me too. Thanks for saving my life.”
