I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved I could contact my friends and family, or to dread doing so.
My mom was going to lose her shit. Assuming she hadn’t already, which was not a safe assumption.
“There’s a car waiting for you in the parking garage. I’ll walk you to the elevator.”
“I know where it is.” I slipped the strap of the bag over my shoulder. It was pretty heavy, but I was exhausted. I didn’t know what was in it, but I didn’t want to ask. That would require staying long enough to get an answer, and I was ready to be done with the whole Alpha Pack mess.
I would leave, spend a few months doing paperwork while they attempted to find a murderous vampire who hopefully didn’t try to kill me, then disappear.
Starting fresh suddenly sounded blissful.
Despite my words, Maverick walked out of the office with me. By some miracle, I managed not to stop and bathe in his scent on the way out.
Neither of us said another word until we reached the elevator.
“The car you’re looking for is a black SUV. It’ll be parked right outside the elevator. The driver is a female werewolf with blonde hair and a mate mark on the right side of her neck.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Do mated werewolves walk around with open wounds frequently?”
“When you seal a bond, they scar immediately.”
I guess I should’ve assumed something along those lines.
Still, what aperfectopportunity. All I had to do was bite Maverick Darkwood, and I could get scars for both of the gnarly wounds he’d given me.
“Cool,” I said, though it was extremely not cool.
Who the fuck wanted to walk around with a gigantic scar on their throat for the rest of their immortal life? Even the worst vampires didn’t scar their victims.
Then again, the worst vampires’ victims were usually dead.
Maverick pressed the button to call the elevator. I nearly sighed in relief when the doors immediately opened with a ding, and there was no one inside.
A clean escape was exactly what I needed.
I stepped in. When I turned around, my eyes met Maverick’s.
His shifted from emerald green to glowing the moment they collided with mine.
The doors closed smoothly, and I sagged against the wall.
I might never have to see the Alpha again.
Thank fuck for that.
CHAPTER SEVEN
bloom
I gotin the car outside the elevator after checking to make sure the driver matched Maverick’s description.
Blonde werewolf with a scar on her neck?
Check.
The scar actually wasn’t as bad as I had expected. It wasn’t raised or gnarly. Just looked like two jagged crescents on the side of her neck, a slightly darker shade than the rest of her light skin.
After I took a seat in the back, she pulled away. It was early afternoon, but thanks to the winter chill, felt much later.
