Annabeth turns her gaze on me as I gather my phone and jacket, and she gives me that look again.The one that says I see you, girl, and I don’t miss a damn thing.
“Well,” she says, dabbing her hands on a towel, “you let me know when you decide, missy.”
I pause mid-step, blinking.“Decide what?”
She smirks.“If you’re tough enough for my boy.”
My mouth opens.Closes.Opens again.
No words come out.
And she just smiles like a woman who’s already won the argument.
Owen leaves a trail of heat and tension in his wake, and I follow it outside, heart thudding with the weight of everything I don’t know how to say.
He’s standing by the cruiser, arms crossed, brow furrowed, jaw tight.Stewing.
“Hey,” I say gently.“What did she say to you?Are you okay?”
But he doesn’t get the chance to answer.
Because right then, his radio crackles to life with static and urgency.
“Sheriff, we’ve got movement near the mansion.It’s, it’s not normal.You need to see this.”
At the same time, his phone buzzes.And then mine does, too.
I glance at the screen.It’s a text from Preacher and Esmerelda.
EMERGENCY.Come now.Graveyard.Something’s rising.
My heart drops.
“Uh oh,” I breathe, meeting Owen’s eyes.
He nods once, grim.
Looks like the shit has officially hit the supernatural fan.
Chapter23
Owen
Idon’t know what my mother said to Megan.
And that’s a damn problem.
Because this thing between us?
Still too fresh for me to know exactly where she stands.
I know where I stand and what I want.
I know what my Wolf’s been howling since the second she walked into my town like a miracle with a badge and a Jersey accent.
But Megan?
She’s smart.Fierce.Independent as hell.
