Whimsy
No.
Mouse
Watching a human turn is an awful thing. I hope you never experience it.
Me
Me too
Thanks
Whimsy
Did you hear from your werewolf?
Me
Look at the time, gotta go.
There was a rock in my gut as I handed my phone to Harper.
She read the messages silently, then gave it back. “Could you screenshot those and send them to me?”
“You don’t want that.”
“I think we’re beyond what I want at this point.” She attempted a small smile, and mostly failed. “I’ll tell the Guild when I start blacking out so they can eliminate the threat. I can’t risk killing anyone else.”
Bythe Guild, she meant,my mom.
And byeliminate the threat, she meant,kill me.
Both of which just made the whole thing even more messed up.
“We’re going to find a way around this, Harper.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t say that like you don’t believe me.”
“Idon’tbelieve you.”
“You don’t have to. I can make Darkwood Investment compliant, solve a murder so I can pin Steven’s death on Arthur’s killer,andfigure out a way to save you at the same time. I’ll be a total badass for the first time in my life.”
“You’re a badass… at paperwork.”
I threw my plastic fork at her, and she managed another small smile as it bounced off her.
“The skills still apply,” I said. “My lofty goals are going to take one hell of a detailed schedule.”
“Good point.”
I grabbed the blanket Maverick had picked up earlier—it smelled stupidly good—and sat down next to her, abandoning my pasta on the ottoman.
She turned on one of our favorite baking shows. We snuggled up under the blanket that smelled like the Alpha as if it was just a normal day and the world wasn’t actively falling from beneath our feet.
After she was asleep, I opened my favorite planning app, and got to work.
