She made a sound of agreement."You’ll have to interact with Gwen."
I grimaced."Don't remind me."
"Maybe if you fuck the king again, you can talk him out of this."
"Have you met that guy? I don’t think anyone talks him in or out of anything."
"What's your plan, then?"
"I don't know. Maybe after he gets here, we can have a conversation about it and figure something out."
"Talking is pointless."
"Sex isn't the answer,"I said."I don’t know why you’re so invested in him. I haven’t even had actual sex with him."
"He smells right. Are yousureit’s not the answer?"
No.
I wasn't sure.
I wasn't sure of anything other than the fact that there was eye-wateringly expensive coffee machinery on the countertop, my favorite beans in the cabinet, and a vase full of red roses on the island.
The house was decorated to my taste, and the king had given me around a dozen sets of lingerie enchanted to smell like him, too. It didn’t seem like a coincidence that he’d killed Simon.
It almost seemed like he was just looking for an excuse to force me to mate with him, but that would be ridiculous.
Right?
I finished my coffee,cleaned up my mess, and began snooping.
Didn't find a single interesting thing, either.
The cabinets were full of normal kitchen gear.
The bedroom had normal bedroom stuff in it. No condoms, no sex toys, nothing.
All of the king’s clothes in the closet were similar to what he’d been wearing every time I saw him. Sports coats, button-up shirts, and slacks. A few pairs of dress shoes. A couple pairs of sweats, which I assumed he slept in. Simple black boxer-briefs that were all identical. Not a single t-shirt.
I didn't find any family photos, small mementos,largemementos, or anything else even vaguely interesting, other than a new pair of lingerie that already smelled like Callum, waiting in a box that was identical to the last few he’d given me. It was on a shelf in the closet like he had been holding on to it so he was ready for my next heat.
My suspicion about the murder wasn’t confirmed, but it wasn’t eased, either.
Without my phone and laptop, I couldn’t work, so I curled up on the couch and turned on reruns of the cooking show I liked. It was about a couple of shifter chefs challenging other kinds of immortals. My favorite was the grizzly, but there was something to be said about the tiger, too.
TV was something I hadn't had time for in years. It felt ridiculously nice to have a break for once.I was in so far over my head with the café stuff, I barely had time to breathe. Sable didn’t get to take over nearly as often as she wanted to.
She reminded me of that about two episodes in, so I stripped, and shifted. The change was never painful, and my wolf shook her fur out as she took over.
As soon as she was in control, she began trotting around the room to sniff everything.
She already knew how it all smelled, but I wasn't surprised in the slightest that she wanted to check it out again.
Or that she started rubbing herself all over everything, marking it with her scent. Territory was a big thing for wolves.
Personally, I was still in denial about the situation, but she seemed perfectly content with the massive change.
The show played while my wolf ran around the house, making sure her scent was on every single wall, piece of furniture, and article of clothing Callum had.
