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tive ran straight though Braden’s head. The words eased him.
When Warren calmed down, Braden asked, So, how’s my pack doing?
Holding steady. Jeremy has kept them in good order. As you know, I go over there every other night to check on things. But I have to say, your pack’s humming. I also think the responsibility has brought Jeremy closer than ever to alpha level. I’d expect a dominance fight when you get back.
Braden smiled. All wolves loved dominance fights, watching or participating. It was part of pack life. I wouldn’t expect anything less.
Or –
Or, what? Braden felt suddenly uneasy.
No one would think the less of you if you didn’t return to Savage.
Why the hell would you say that? His uneasiness increased.
You’ve been gone eighteen months. Are you sure you haven’t made a home there, in Elegance?
Of course not. Savage is my home.
Right. Then, no worries. You have a pack waiting for you. I’ve got an appointment, so I have to go. I had a wolf shot up by a cartel last night.
The same one that’s been ramping up production on emerald flame?
That’s the one.
All right. Thanks for everything, Warren.
Braden ended the telepathic conversation, then leaned back on the couch. It pissed him off that Warren would even suggest he shouldn’t come back. He’d stayed away so that Jeremy could work more easily as a placeholder during his absence. But he had no intention of changing his plans. He simply needed to get his answers about his wife’s murder, exact the revenge he needed, then he’d head back home to Savage.
All roads led to Veyda. When he’d been in the foyer of her compound, he knew Laura had died there.
As soon as Maeve recovered, he fully intended to enlist her to track the witch down and make her talk. He wanted a confession, then he wanted the witch deader than dead.
Braden? Are you there?
Maeve.
He was on his feet like a bolt of lightning, then levitated swiftly to the bedroom. She was still in bed but stretching and yawning. “I’m here. You’re awake.”
She looked around. “How long have I slept?”
“Through the day and well into the night. It’s eleven.”
“Wow. Well, I’m not surprised.”
He drew close and sat down on the side of the bed. He took her hand in his. She had serious bed-head, but had never looked more beautiful.
She smiled. “You smell so wonderful.” She drew their connected hands close and sniffed. “It’s this brand of vanilla that I swear is the best.” She sniffed a second time. “Yet, beneath it, I can smell the musk of your wolf. Although, I have to say, your wolf scent is starting to come through more and more.”
Because he wanted to bond with her. But he wasn’t about to say that to her, not right now. “Are you hungry?”
Her eyes rolled back in head. “Starved. You would think I hadn’t eaten in a decade.”
He lifted up and plucked his phone out of his jeans pocket. He hadn’t wasted his time while she slept. At the very least, he’d made friends with Carmen, the chef. She’d fixed him his meals and wanted to know the second Maeve woke up.
When he had her on the line, he passed the phone to Maeve.
Her list of foods was long and thorough. She was lean as hell. He wasn’t sure where she’d put it all. Worse, he feared with her stomach full, she’d fall right back to sleep.
