“There is. I’m not sure why my stomach rumbles when I need blood, but it does.” I started detangling myself from the blankets around my legs. It took so much effort that I was dizzy and breathing heavy when I made it out.
I’d never been so hungry that I couldn’t get out of a blanket before.
10/10 do not recommend.
I finally stumbled away from the couch a solid three minutes later. My gaze went back to Maverick’s. Strangely, his hand was gripping the doorway like he was trying to stop himself from coming inside.
I followed his eyes to my mostly-bare legs. The t-shirt and cotton shorts I had on didn’t hide much.
It almost looked like he was checking me out. I wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that.
He was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen.
But he had accused me of murder.
And thrown me in a cage.
And bitten me.
Twice.
Was he allowed to check me out after all of that?
Debatable.
“Am I allowed to go home now?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He looked up from my legs as I approached him, and he grabbed my bloodstained clothes off the place I’d left them on the floor, tucking the bundle under his arm. I could’ve washed them in the apartment, but hadn’t managed to convince myself to.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I had kind of been using them as an air freshener. I was ashamed of that. Not ashamed enough to stop, though.
“With conditions,” the Alpha clarified.
“Well, that’s ominous.”
“Do you want to get dressed?”
“This is fine. Unless you want the clothes back.”
He didn’t answer right away.
“Seriously? You hold me prisoner for six days after proving me innocent, and expect me to change back into the clothesyoumade me bleed all over?”
Fuck it. I wasn’t returning them.
“Asshole,” I muttered, pushing past him and out into the hallway.
His ridiculous scent and the brush of his crazy-warm skin sent goosebumps over my arms as I went by.
I focused on how good the sun was going to feel on my skin after so much time locked up.
I couldn’t wait to get away from the werewolves for good. I had no idea what I was going to do as far as housing, a job, or anything else, but I had enough savings to get me through about a year. Having a large amount of emergency funds was on the (extremely long) list of Guild rules.
My nostrils flared when I caught a tiny whiff of blood coming off Maverick.
Maybe he bit someone else he shouldn’t have. Or got in a fist fight with his friends again.
I wasn’t going to ask.
