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I stopped shifting because I was afraid I might hurt one of them.
If they try to save me that’s exactly what’ll happen.
Bianca kicks one of the chairs. “They’re not going to like it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “They don’t have to like it. They just need to listen.”
She sighs. “I’ll be back. You might be awake by then. I’ll keep my promise to watch over you.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Chapter Ninety
Cheryl
Iputonared T-shirt and a black denim skirt once I’m showered, and my make-up is set. The purple lips are for Noah. The red T-shirt is one that belonged to Everett before it shrunk in the drier, so it’s kind of for him and Oscar at the same time. I’m also wearing clothes that are easy to lose if I need to shift, which might happen later, once we’re in the other pack’s territory.
Noah gets up and heads into the bathroom once I’m dressed.
We spent a few undisturbed hours in bed, and I’m feeling much better about how the day is going to pan out. I’ve got my magic back, Noah took my mark, and I’m feeling kind of normal.
I put on my sneakers and head downstairs.
I can hear the surround sound from the living room speakers, so I can tell Everett’s watching a movie with Georgia’s kid. I open the door and they look up. The kid’s eyes are wide as saucers and he’s holding a pillow to his chest. I glance at the T-Rex on the big screen TV, and I raise an eyebrow at Everett.
“You’re letting him watch Jurassic Park?”
“I asked what he wanted to watch, and this was it,” Everett says.
The kid nods. “I’ve seen it before.”
I guess when I was younger, I watched a few movies that were worse, but still. He looks kind of freaked out in the might-be-traumatised-for-life kind of way, rather than the fun, entertained way.
“Well, I think a break for lunch might be in order,” I tell them.
Everett pauses the movie.
Leo pouts before his eyes light up. “Lunch? Is there still cake?”
I look at Everett, recalling seeing a wrapper from a cupcake on the table with the plates earlier.
“Did you already give him one this morning?”
He appears to think about the question while the kid waits for my answer.
“Yeah, but it was just a little one,” he says, attempting to brush it off.
“Yeah, just a little one,” the kid echoes.
“Well, let’s see about getting you some real food first, okay?”
Maybe I can distract him until later.
He doesn’t look happy with that idea. “I want Every to make me lunch.”
“Every?” I ask, looking at Everett.
