In this instance, my gut was saying it was Susanna, now going by Demi, who lied. There seemed to be a trend happening, and they were blind to it. Yet, they searched and searched for her. They hadn’t had any reason to doubt her then. That was how deeply they’d cared. I stiffened my spine.
“I have to get up.” I inched to the side until his head was no longer on my thigh and stood. But Cade was already on his feet.
“I didn’t want to tell you.” His scowl deepened, and he brushed past me. Anxiety emanated from him. He shoved hishands into his hair and shook his head. “No, she’s not leaving.” He spoke softly as if to himself.
“Wait,” I said.
It was like he came to life. His eyes widened, a light coming into them, and his mouth parted, erasing the frown.
“Can I borrow your phone for a little while?”
“Are you leaving us?” He stiffened, that wild look returning.
“No.”
“Calling an Alpha?” He tensed like he was about to lunge.
“No,” I sighed. “You don’t have to believe me, but don’t I deserve a little help after what you did to m—” He flinched, and I clamped my mouth shut. I studied his guilt riddled face. “I’ll consider forgiving what you’ve done to me.”
He immediately held out the cell. I took it without hesitation.
“I need a little privacy.” I poked a finger toward the bathroom and backed up into it, then I locked the door behind me.
“Don’t take long.” Cade’s voice filtered through the slab of wood.
“I won’t.” I looked up the place she mentioned dancing at.
The Bordello.
On the homepage was the next event being hosted. The drop-down listed a bunch of services. Bottle, dance . . . I kept reading and came to a stop at the pricey private session. I tapped on the phone number.
“The Bordello,” the male voice on the other end responded.
“Hi, can I book a private session with your headliner?” Silence.
“For you?” The doubt in his voice put me on edge. I gritted my teeth.
“For my best friend’s Pack,” I tossed out. He grunted.
“Of course, let me look at her schedule. She books up fast,” the deep, male voice on the other side murmured. “Looks like wehad a cancellation. We have a spot available for tomorrow at eight PM.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Perfect, all I need is an email to send the payment information. You’ll enter your card number as soon as possible to lock in your reservation. If it’s not completed within thirty minutes, you lose your spot. It will charge an hour before your session. No refunds.” He continued droning on about the regulations.
Finally, the call came to an end. I deleted everything and returned to the bedroom, tossing Cade’s phone to him. He stood from where he perched on the bed.
“I need one more favor, and I’ll forgive you,” I said it knowing it was a lie. The pure relief on his face was a gut punch, but I ignored the guilt.
“Get the Epad from Dorian’s room, a debit card, and no questions.”
He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched him leave. Everything would fall into place tomorrow. They’d have their Susanna back, or whatever they wanted to do with her after her lies were exposed, and I would be . . .
Alone.
Chapter 25
