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Well, he did think of Tabby as his, didn’t he?
Ah, shit.
He was in so much fucking trouble. Because, while as a Dayborn, Debbie couldn’t lie, that didn’t mean he actually accepted that Tabby cared for him other than as a curiosity and a good time in bed.
But Adam? He liked the idea of her being his betrothed—and
his mate.
Even if he knew that that would never, ever happen.
When Tabby finally blinked her eyes open again, she wasn’t in her own bed.
Glancing around, it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t her rental apartment, either.
Since the last thing she remembered was standing outside of Maddox Wolfe’s house in Wolf’s Creek, she had no idea how she had gotten inside of… wherever she was.
But she wasn’t alone.
Tabby recognized the woman with the dark curls and the pretty purple eyes sitting at the foot of the bed as Adam’s friend, Shea Moonshadow. Since that was about all she recognized, she had to wonder what happened to her and where she was now.
But most importantly—
“Where’s Adam?”
He’d been there, too. She remembered that. The fight with the vamps, the rush of magic streaming off of the dangerous—and dangerously crazy—witch… that was all banging around her skull, but most of all she remembered sneaking peeks at the granite edge of Adam’s profile as he studiously ignored her.
Still, she was pretty sure she’d figured the Nightwalker out enough by now. If she was there, and so was Shea, Tabby’d put money down that Adam was hanging around nearby somewhere.
At her dry croak, Shea glanced up from her book, surprise written on her lovely face. “You’re awake.”
Should she dare a shrug? Probably not. “Guess so.”
After setting her book aside, Shea rose up from her seat, approaching the edge of the bed cautiously. “Hey. I didn’t expect you up for another few hours at least. How are you feeling?”
Like she’d been hit by a truck. “Just peachy.”
“Somehow I just knew that would be your response.” The witch let out a soft laugh. “Okay. Humor me. Now that you’re conscious again, I’m going to run my hands over you. A healer’s check, if you will. If it hurts anywhere that you’ll honestly tell me about, give a shout.”
“Sure. But only if you answer my question first.”
Shea’s hands took on a strange magenta glow. Weird, Tabby thought, since magic was decidedly purple. Healing magic? Maybe. She’d have to bring it up to Boone.
Boone… ah, man. If her uncle found out she joined the Alpha of the Eastern Pack in annihilating a small clan of Nightwalkers without any finesse or secrecy, he was going to have her head.
Then again, since she might just have corrected her massive blunder with the Pack now, maybe he wouldn’t be too pissed off…
Here’s hoping.
Shea started by Tabby’s feet, her hands spread out and lifted about an inch off of her skin. There was a warmth that came with the strange glow. It actually felt nice.
Tabby wiggled her toes. So far, so good.
As she shifted to reach past Tabby’s shin, Shea said, “What was your question again?”
“Where’s Adam?”
Another laugh. “Surprised you slept through that. Sorry, but I had to throw him out of the room earlier. He was driving me nuts, the way he was always looking over my shoulder as I worked on you. I don’t know how much you remember, but after you took that shot from Priscilla, she gave you right to a Nightwalker. He got his fangs in you until Adam pried him off of you.”
