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She nods.
“Well,” I say, “there are some things you should know.”
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After that, I tell her everything.
I tell her about my old pack, my family, my brother. I tell her about how I’ve been a coward, hiding in Dallas away from both the Resistance and the Heavenly Host. I tell her all the bad things I’ve done, and she listens.
And when I’m done, she holds me in the tightest embrace I’ve ever felt…
…and I melt.
Then she tells me about her grandparents—about how they kept her mother away from her father, and how when both her parents died, her grandfolks decided to keep it a secret. Now, it’s my turn to listen, and I commiserate with her and tell her it wasn’t fair.
Because it wasn’t.
And I’m going to treat hersomuch better.
“You’re not a bad person,” she whispers in my ear.
“Don’t say that,” I mutter.
“No—I’m not just saying it,” she says. She pulls back from me, tears in her eyes. “You were just trying to live, and your family forced you into a life you didn’t want. Trust me; I get it.”
I laugh and tangle my fingers in her hair, resting my forehead against hers. “We make quite the pair, don’t we?”
“We really do,” she says. “I asked Reyes to let you free; we’ll have to see what he says.”
“What do youthinkhe’ll say?” I ask.
“He seems like a good man,” she says. “And I’m family, so…maybe that makes me some kind of werewolf princess.”
As if on cue, we both hear footsteps in the corridor, and Charlotte’s head snaps the door from where she sits straddling my lap. She gets off of me quickly, and I clasp my hands over my erection to try to hide it.
I don’t feel like this is a good look if I want Charlotte’s uncle to let me stay here with this pack.
Her comes in a second later, the two of us sitting beside each other. Charlotte looks her arm through my elbow, and we both look up at Reyes as we wait for his verdict. Will comes in behind him, and I catch sight of Arden before they shut her out in the corridor.
“So,” he says, “the pack decided what we’re going to do with you.”
I take a deep breath.
“Lay it on me, sir,” I say.
He laughs quietly. “Not sir,” he says. “Father, actually—I’m a priest.”
I snort. “A priest in the apocalypse, huh?”
“I don’t miss the irony,” he says. “But that’s not what I’m here for.”
He crosses his arms, then glances over at Will, who gives me what Ihopeis an encouraging look. “Will here said that you really care about Charlotte, and Grant was insistent, too.”
“I do,” I say.
“And you’ve been free of the Heavenly Host for almost a decade?”
“Damn near to it,” I say. “Uh…sorry. I know I shouldn’t swear.”
