“Do you think so?” Sondra tilted her head, amusement lighting her face. “Our alpha holds a grudge. He’s also a cunning hunter. The Fae made a mistake messing with his pack. They won’t know the monster they’ve woken until it’s far too late.”
Sondra’s expression said she was looking forward to it.
“Oo—kay.”
I wasn’t sure what to do with that information, but I was glad Brax was no longer under Muiredach’s control.
Sondra pulled herself out of the violent fantasy she’d drifted into and focused on me. “Caroline seems to think we have you to thank for his recovery.”
I held her gaze, trying not to show anything on my face. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Sondra’s stare was piercing, several uncomfortable seconds passing before her lips quirked. “Whatever the case, I have a feeling that if not for you, Brax might still be under their hold.”
I kept the relief off my face, grateful that she seemed to have drawn the conclusion that Brax had rescued himself and I justhappened to be along for the ride. It was a far better outcome than her realizing the truth.
Sondra rose from her chair and nodded at me. “It sounds like the pack may be working with the vampires for this.”
I blinked dumbly, having no clue what she was talking about as I followed her with my gaze.
“This’ll be a first for me. Fighting alongside a vampire rather than against.” The smile Sondra sent over her shoulder was predatory. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Then she was gone. Out the door and down the hall before I could think of anything to say in response.
I shook my head slightly. “Crazy wolf.”
Poor Caroline, if that was what she had to deal with on a regular basis.
“Connor get in here,” I ordered.
I didn’t have to see him to know he was out there. A lost puppy standing guard for when his chosen person woke.
Connor caught the door before it fully closed, sliding inside and shutting it gently behind him.
I let out a sigh when he just stood there, making no attempt to say anything. “How long were you out there?”
The way Connor trained his eyes on the corner of the room told me how upset he was.
I didn’t like it. It reminded me of all the times my dad had called me on the carpet when I did something wrong. His disappointment far worse than any punishment that he could inflict.
“Not going to answer?” I prodded.
I reached for one of the many pillows on the bed, shoving it behind my back so I’d have something to lean against when I sat up.
“Battle buddies don’t go off on their own,” Connor said, making me freeze in the process of getting settled.
I looked up to find his gaze pinned on me, something in it that I didn’t often see. Disillusionment.
“That was your rule. We tell each other when we’re about to do something.”
Ah. I see now.
It might not have been my intention but I’d broken my promise. For someone with Connor’s trust issues, that was a major trigger.
“You’re right.” My gaze dropped to the covers over my legs. “I didn’t mean to.”
Things spiraled before I’d realized. If I’d known beforehand, I would have tried to stop it. Or at least given Connor a heads up that things were about to hit the fan.
He crossed to the bed and reached around me to set his hand on my upper back in a weird maneuver that had me frowning at him in suspicion. “It’s alright. I’ll just make sure to put a tracker on you for next time.”
