On being reminded about the gap in the fence, I feel my cheeks heating up again.
I guess I won’t be going for a walk through the woods with Shayne, then.
That’s a shame, but it’s probably for the best.
I did move a little fast with Falcon.
I don’t regret it, but I’m not sure I’m ready for a whole pack of mates.
Taking things slow until I’m used to the idea won’t be so bad.
“Well, I have some things to take care of now, but you can call or come to the office if you need to speak to me about anything,” Lana tells me.
“Thanks,” I murmur as she opens the door.
She steps into the hallway, and I push the door shut quietly behind her.
She didn’t outright tell me I couldn’t bring my mates up to my suite. It’s pretty obvious she doesn’t want me to do it, but it’s also clear that she won’t stop me if it’s what I decide to do.
I don’t like the thought of upsetting her, but if it’s only because she’s not sure about Falcon, I won’t let her opinion dissuade me.
He’s my true mate, so it’s my decision to make.
When it comes down to it, I’ll do whatever feels right.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Falcon
Warren Corvina’s house is empty. It takes less than an hour to clear all three floors, including the basement, and our search only goes over the half hour mark because Owen insisted on double checking every room he made me search.
“Looks like this was just where he parked up,” he mutters. “That’s a pain in the ass.”
“I assume you don’t have cameras close enough to pick up any cars that might have been out here?”
Owen sighs. “I’ll have my men check the cameras on the gates on the off chance our trespasser drove past the academy before or after he cut the hole in the fence. It’s a busy stretch of road, and there’s a good chance he went the other way to avoid being seen.”
He takes out his phone and starts typing out a message.
I look around the hallway of the house.
It’s the plainest home I’ve ever set foot inside.
No pictures on the walls. Sparce furnishings.
Everything looks expensive, I guess, but it’s not exactly a warm and comforting place to live.
I could absolutely picture a stone-cold psychopath making this house his home.
“What now?” I ask Owen.
He frowns at me as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket.
“Now? I drive back to the academy, and you leave.”
I stare at him. “Whoever made that hole did it so they could come back when it was dark.”
“That’s my problem, not yours.”
