Maybe he was just being thorough?
Rhone grunted. “You don’t need to answer that. Someone will be here to walk you to a room in the next hour. The bites on your neck should be healed by the time we let you go.”
“Okay…” I trailed off.
How would he know how fast they were going to heal?
For the first time in my life, I wished my many, many hours of vampire education had included at least a few basic details about werewolves other than that they turned into animals and hated us deeply.
Rhone basically dragged Maverick out of the room, and I was alone again.
I staredat the ceiling for a little longer before a woman came into the room. She didn’t bother with a greeting, and I didn’t dare risk pissing her off.
If the Alpha wasn’t going to kill me, I wasn’t about to get myself murdered by some random werewolf chick.
She didn’t ask any questions, or speak to me directly.
So, we were basically as close to best friends as a vampire and werewolf could be. Harper would be pissed that she’d been replaced by a silent werewolf.
I followed her silently out of the cage and back down the hallway Maverick had carried me through.
In the lobby, she hit a button to call the elevator.
More silence followed.
We rode the elevator to the fifth floor out of thirty-three. The Alpha Pack’s tower seemed to be the about same size as the Darkwood Investment office building.
My new best friend and I walked through the fifth floor. When we stopped in front of a door labeled 551, at the very end of what must’ve been the very last hallway, she finally spoke.
“Someone will come get you when the Alpha is ready for you to leave.”
Besties, for sure.
She shooed me toward the door.
I sniffed the air discreetly as I opened it. Just in case my new BFF wanted me dead, which seemed likely.
The scents told me that multiple werewolves had been inside recently, but it didn’t smell like any of them were still in there.
When I stepped inside, the door shut behind me quickly. I heard the lock click, and tested it.
Definitely locked from the outside.
Letting out a soft breath, I turned to look at my new cage. Err, apartment.
The large, arched windows and delicate stonework was as stunning as it was in the building I worked from. Decoration-wise, everything had been done in the werewolves’ preferred way, all cozy and oversized, with too many plants (both real and fake) around the apartment.
It made for a mismatch in styles, but I kind of liked it. And ultimately, it was still pretty damn comfortable for a prison cell.
For the moment, all I could do was try to pass the time and cross my fingers that the Alpha would actually let me leave at some point.
After pokingaround the rest of the apartment to make sure nothing was going to jump out and bite me, I took a shower and threw my colored contacts in the trash. I felt a lot better, and a lot more exhausted, after that.
I stared at my bright red eyes in the mirror for a good two minutes before I accepted that they somehow made me both creepier and sexier at the same time.
Then, I dried my wounds carefully before putting on a pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt I found in the closet. My bloody clothes needed to be burned. They still smelled like Maverick. I was pretty sure his scent was one with the fabric now.
My damp hair went up into a messy bun on top of my head to keep it off my neck. Whoever had stocked the apartment included a brush and a few hair ties, which was nice.
