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MORGAN
Griffin answered the door, and Emily stood a few feet behind him. Her hair was disheveled, and her lips were red and swollen. What I tramp. I’ll bet she was making out with Griffin before I got there. Inside, I boiled at the thought. But I swallowed hard, pretended I didn’t notice and forced a smile.
“Hey, I just wanted to check on you after last night. Make sure you weren’t too sick,” I said, patting Griffin’s arm as I strolled past him into the apartment. No way would I let Emily’s presence keep me from coming inside and spending time with Griffin. I owned this apartment, so I will come and go as I please.
“I feel a lot better than yesterday, thanks to Emily. She’s become such a good healer,” Griffin answered, taking a seat on the couch.
Oh, hell no. This bitch was already taking everything else from my world. I’m supposed to be the good healer, the one Griffin turns to when he needs help. That was my job, and I’ll be damned if she thought she could replace me.
Besides, it’s not like it was true. She wasn’t a good healer; Griffin just didn’t have his dose of wolfsbane last night because he refused my drink. Thanks to Emily. I needed to get him another dose before it fully wore off. It took a day or two to get out of his system and it’s already been one night.
But I couldn’t tell him that Emily wasn’t the healer he believed her to be, because then I’d have to explain about the wolfsbane, and I don’t think he’d take too kindly to learn I’d been drugging him to keep him sick. That I’d been giving him wolfsbane to keep him from fully changing each night, giving him fevers, sleeping for 18 hours at a time. He wouldn’t understand that I only had his best interest at heart—yet.
Because if I told him that, then I’d have to explain that I’d been working with Samara. But she told me she might be able to break the bond between him and Emily. Unfortunately, that involved being poisoned by wolfsbane every night, but I knew it wasn’t fatal. That’s the only reason I agreed to it; because I knew he would get a little sick, but nothing we couldn’t handle. Plus, he didn’t have to experience the pain of the change like he normally would.
But the way he’d been carrying on with Emily recently, I worried that he might change his mind about breaking the bond. I couldn’t let that happen. I knew what was best for him—for us.
So, I let his comment about Emily’s “healing abilities”go, and instead make a joke that she’s only that good because she had the best teacher. Emily chuckled and agreed with me. Griffin seemed pleased that I’d made an attempt to get along. I took it a step further.
“What are you guys doing today?” I asked. They shrugged, so I suggested we have a drink to celebrate Griffin’s newfound health and Emily’s magical abilities. Not going to lie, I was stroking Emily’s ego, complimenting her to gain her trust.
After I’d left so abruptly last night, Samara scolded me for acting on my emotions. She said I needed to get a hold of myself and stay on task with my mission. The best way to do that was to throw out the bait and wait patiently to hook her before reeling her in.
Griffin seemed hesitant to drink, but Emily was all in. “Come on,” I begged, pouting my dark red lips sensually. “I’ve got some good stuff in the bar I’ll bring up. You know, that bourbon you like so much.”
He smirked, nodding his head in agreement.
Perfect.
I made us drink after drink until Emily and Griffin were slobbering drunk, stumbling around the apartment. The drunker they got, the easier it was to hand them drinks. I could’ve easily poisoned Emily if I wanted. And I wanted, but I was waiting for the right moment.
On the plus side, I dosed Griffin when I made him a drink. Sure, I would’ve preferred to do it at night, but who knew if I’d get the opportunity?
Though I wasn’t finishing my drinks, they were too drunk to notice. Emily was open—more so than I’d preferred—and told me all about how Cassian got mad that she kissed Griffin.
Such nonsensical dribble, but I listened with a smile and even sided with her, which took them both by surprise.
“Thank you!” Emily slurred, “But I thought you hated me.”
This girl knew how to get on my last nerve. But I couldn’t stop now. I needed her to trust me, to think we were friends.
“Oh, that? No. I realized that you guys are mates and there’s no sense in fighting it. Besides, I just want my BFF to be happy,” I answered, looking at a smiling Griffin.
“You know what I think?” I asked, facing Emily. “We should go away for a girl’s night. Get away from all the men troubles you’re having and spend some time, just us girls.” The very thought made my skin crawl, but I held my smile, unwavering, and powered on.
“Oh, that sounds fun. Where should we go?” Griffin asked, a lazy smile plastered beneath his heavy eyelids.
“Not we,” I answered, motioning between us, and then to Emily. “We. It’s a girl’s night, Grif. No boys allowed.”
He muttered something about me sounding like Emily at the party with her girl talk, and the comment made me want to gag. No way did I sound like her.
Fortunately, they were too drunk to be skeptical of my idea, and Emily instantly agreed, believing it sounded like fun.
“Great,” I answered, thinking of Samara’s plan and how stupid Emily was to agree so wholeheartedly. “I know just the place.”
