Melker’s notes.
Patient zero and my dad!
My stomach dropped.
“Where is it?” I demanded, throwing the covers back like a maniac.
“What, Rowan?”
“The notebook!” I said frantically. “Melker’s journal. And the picture! We grabbed them, right? We have them here? I need to go through them—I need to figure out—”
“Rowan.” Cade stepped forward, voice turning commanding. “Relax. Breathe. I have it. We will look through it all together.Afteryou shower.Afteryou eat.”
I groaned dramatically.
“Also… there is the matter of your punishment.”
I blinked, mouth falling open. “What punishment?!”
I had killed a wraith.By myself.I was basically a badass. What on earth was he punishing me for?
“You argued with me when I ordered everyone to leave,”Cade said calmly. “And Killian told you to stay hidden. Instead, you shifted and attacked that wraith.”
“I killed that wraith,” I corrected, pointing at myself. “Me. By myself. You're welcome.”
“You could have been killed,” he replied, not impressed.
“But I wasn’t,” I shot back.
“That's not the point.”
“It's exactly the point, Cade!”
His eyes narrowed, that slow, infuriating alpha stare he used when he thought I was being a brat.
“You disobeyed two direct commands,” he said. “So yes, you are getting punished.”
I threw my hands up. “This is completely unfair!”
“You can file a complaint,” he said smoothly. “After you shower.”
“Cade!”
He raised an eyebrow. “Rowan.”
I flopped backward onto the disgusting, ruined sheets with a groan.
“I killed a wraith,” I reminded him, staring at the ceiling. “I should get a parade or a medal, or a present!”
“You're getting a shower,” Cade said, turning away. “Five minutes. Then food. Then a spanking. After that, we work on getting answers from the notebook.”
“Ugh!”
“And Rowan?” he added without turning around.
“What,” I snapped.
A pause.
