“You didn’t have to go through any trouble for me,” Maeve mumbles.
“Yes, I did. Now, the guest bedroom is cleaned, the bedding has been washed with scent free detergent, and I have a pile of clothing here that should fit comfortably,” Silva begins. “There’s also a bathroom connected to that bedroom, and it’s not shared with anyone else. I put some things in there for now, but we’ll go shopping for things you like after we’ve all slept, okay?”
Maeve appears overwhelmed as Silva talks, and her eyes drop to the clothing in her arms.
“Are you cold? I brought a fluffy blanket if you want to watch your brother get stitched up,” Silva continues, handing it to her before she sets the clothes on the table.
Moving to the cabinet, she opens it and pulls down a bottle of scotch and a glass.
“Syrus, are you in pain?” she asks, coming to the island and pouring out several fingers worth.
“If you drink that in front of me to taunt me, Spitfire, I will fucking spank you,” he complains.
“That was too much information,” Maeve informs him as Silva grins.
“This is for you,” she confirms, sliding the glass to Syrus.
“Thank you,” he mumbles, drinking the entire glass.
“Come mierda. Stop moving,” Izzy mutters. “I have to stitch your stubborn self up.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m really overwhelmed,” Maeve whispers, tears overflowing again. “How are you so nice?”
“I’m grumpy most of the time,” Silva smirks. “We should all go to bed once the bleeder gets fixed up.”
I can’t help but laugh because our girl is definitely trying to diffuse the situation. Izzy and Kyren are glancing at each other as she talks, and I think there may be something happening with the bond. Silva is trying to pretend she’s not freaking the fuck out.
“Now, what do you need to sleep? The bed is comfortable, I have a light in the bathroom, would you like one by the bed?” she asks.
“One by the bed would be great,” Maeve says softly. “Thanks. I’m still tired. Can you show me where to go?”
Silva nods, helps her gather everything that she brought over, and then is showing her upstairs.
“She’s definitely freaking out,” Izzy muses.
“Silva or my sister?” Syrus mumbles.
“Well, Maeve is processing,” I say, making sure to keep my voice low. “We threw a monkey wrench in her life. Granted, it was needed, but it’s still a lot to deal with.”
“I also think it’ll be important for her to speak to someone,” Izzy murmurs. “She mentioned that she was in a bad place. I’m concerned about her mental health.”
“I got that impression too,” Syrus says. “I’m going to watch for that. Thanks for tonight. Ugh, I’m still pissed that I got shot.”
“It would have been you or us,” Izzy says helpfully as he chuckles.
“I appreciate that,” he says. “Let me call out. Silva is right. I’m too damn old to be getting shot.”
“Welp, you said it, not us,” I laugh.
Fuck, I really do love our pack.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Silva
I’m snuggled against a warm alpha as I doze. Briar and Lexi said they’d take care of the bar tonight, so I don’t have to get up if I don’t want to.
