“Maybe.”
At that cagey response, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t blame you for not stopping him.”
Connor was only a quarter of a century younger than Thomas and Liam. A human like Deborah had no chance against him.
He also wasn’t her responsibility.
He was mine.
Spotting my phone on my nightstand, I snatched it up, relief filling me at the text waiting for me there.
Checking in. Location enabled if you want to track me.
Good job.
A quick check showed me he was in Vegas a few blocks away from the strip. What he was doing there, I had no idea.
We’re going to have another talk later.
Be safe.
A thumbs up emoji was his only response.
I looked up to find Deborah still lingering on the edge of my room. “Something wrong?”
She advanced a few steps, stopping near the dresser to fiddle with one of the knobs. All the while not looking at me. “How much do you remember about last night?”
Ah. I thought I knew what this was about.
“If you’re talking about this,” I held up the hand sporting the ring, “I’m already aware.”
There was no mistaking the way the tension invading her body seemed to drain away. Genuine relief filled her features as she moved closer to me.
“Okay. Good. Because I was afraid that with the alcohol and magic you wouldn’t remember.” Deborah was rambling. “I did some research while you were sleeping. It should be easy to get it annulled.” Seeing my expression, Deborah offered me an awkward smile. “If that’s what you want.”
Was it?
I didn’t know. I’d never been good with surprises. My mom used to say I was a grumpy old woman because of it.
My first instinct at being confronted with something I hadn’t prepared for was to run and hide. To pretend nothing had happened.
According to that, I should be jumping at the solution Deborah was offering me.
Then why did the mere thought make my heart ache?
“Let’s put that aside for now and focus on why we’re here.”
Deborah nodded.
“What happened with Caroline?”
I had a blurry memory of us standing on a bar singing our hearts out and then a few where we seemed to be playing a game similar to volleyball but that was it.
“Her pack picked her up when the magic relinquished its hold,” Deborah answered.
“I assume they’re staying somewhere else.”
I couldn’t sense any trace of Caroline or the other werewolves anywhere around us.
