Not his and not mine.“I don’t think I want to know.”
He cocked his head.“Do you?Want to know?”
He would tell me?It was wolf business.I’d just told him I understood he had to keep some things to himself.I certainly wasn’t telling him everything.Would I feel obligated to share my secrets with him if he shared his with me?Did he want to know mine?
I didn’t have the bandwidth to think about that now.
“I’m good,” I said.
He nodded.I couldn’t tell if he believed me or if he was disappointed in my response.
“I’ll call.”He gave me one last kiss, then slipped out of the library.
I stared at the door after it closed behind him.The conversation felt like it had ended on a wrong note, like he was unsure of me.Did that uncertainty mean he was questioning the way I felt about him?Or the way he felt about me?
God, I wasn’t going to be like this.I’d chosen to be with him.No regrets.This would either work out or it wouldn’t.Either way, I was all in.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ireturnedtotheresidence with just enough time to grab Garion’s token and a bottle of water, then I met Melissa at my not-quite-totaled car.
“I thought you might have chickened out,” she said.
“I’m not late.”
“You’realmostlate.”
“That means I’m on time.”
“Semantics,” she replied with a shrug.“Ready to rock and roll?”
“You look like you are.”She was dressed in a pair of boots, ripped black jeans, and a tightly laced red top.I wore my typical sneakers, jeans, and a nondescript T-shirt.
She grinned over the hood.“This felt appropriate for a midnight meetup.”
“Or a heavy metal concert.”I opened my door and sank into my seat.Melissa did the same, then scrutinized me.
“You look more Taylor Swift than metal.”
“I’m Taylor Swiftandhard rock.”I started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
Melissa must have sensed I was anxious.She kept up an almost nonstop conversation about music and movies but mostly about books.She apparently read a ton of fiction.I was jealous.I hadn’t had time to read for fun since high school.
I did a decent job of not fidgeting until I realized we had only one more stop sign before we’d be on the final winding road.My thumbs started tapping on the steering wheel.Less than ten minutes to go.I needed a distraction.
“Have you talked to Christian?”I asked.
She glanced at me.“This morning.Why?”
“Does he know about tonight?”
“Yep.”
“Will he be there?”
“Do you want him to be?”
I frowned in her direction.“I just thought he might want to be there since you will be, and you both want the spell to be a success.”
