She snickers, then heads back to the bar, leaving me with her faded Omega scent and longing in my chest.
For the restof the night, Blair seems to be doing better. Her cheerfulness is still an act, but she’s not actively avoiding me as much as she had been.
It’s progress.
But how much of that progress will be ruined once she realizes I haven’t told her the truth about what I know?
I told Ryland and Rowan to back off and give her space.
But it’s fucking torture, and it doesn’t seem like she’s benefitting from not being around us.
We could be there for her.
We could fuckingbethere, if she would justlet us in.
I have no idea who in her life passed away, but my heart aches for her all the same.
“Behind you,” her sweet voice murmurs as she passes, sending a chill down my spine.
Her scent isn’t as bitter anymore. It’s muted, but moreBlairthan it’s been the last few times I’ve seen her.
She smells like the girl I’ve slowly been falling in love with.
I can’t tell her everything tonight, not now that we’re finally talking again.
Not now that it’s the anniversary of her loss.
How fucked up would that be?
My phone buzzes, and I frown when I see that it’s Rowan is calling me.
It’s two-thirty in the morning. Usually, he’s not up that late.
Luckily, we’re almost done with closing procedures, so I motion to Kora that I’m heading to the back.
“Hey,” I answer. “You good?”
“Something’s wrong with the kittens,” Rowan says quickly, and my stomach falls.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Their tails,” my packmate says. “Their tails are shaking, likerattling. And one won’t stop lifting her paw weird.”
“What?”
Rowan sounds like he might fuckingcry, which terrifies me.
“They’re purring, but they’re acting weird. I tried searching online, but it can mean anything. I don’t know what to fucking do. Their tails are rattling, like they’re being fucking shocked,” he croaks. “You need to ask Blair what to do.”
“Shaking?” I repeat, a cold chill racing down my spine.
“Yes! Vibrating, and I don’t know what to do, it could mean anything…”
“Hey, Trav?” Blair asks, entering the backroom. “Can you walk me to my car?”
I dart my eyes to her, and she frowns when she sees my expression. “Is everything okay?” she asks kindly.
“Travis?” Ryland says. He must have taken his brother’s phone. “Hey, the cats are acting weird. Can you ask Blair what to do?”
