Andrew laughed.
“Where did you find this one?” he asked.
“Do you need something, Harriet?” Cole asked me in such a dismissive way. She might as well have asked me what I was doing, disrupting her.
“I…” A clog formed in my throat, stopping my voice.
Fiancé?
But last night? And the night before, the girl she was all over at Heaven’s Bar?
No one had even so much as said his name in passing! Wasn’t a fiancé something you told someone about before you fucked them?
“Harriet?” Cole asked, stepping forward.
I stepped back.
What was happening here?
“Answer your alpha, omega,” Andrew snapped.
“No,” I answered, the word scraping past my throat. “I don’t need anything,” I told her and left the room.
I walked straight to the front door, slipped on a pair of sneakers, and grabbed a jacket.
I needed to be as far away from what was happening, from what had happened. I needed time to rewind to the previous morning, where I’d do whatever was necessary to get wolfsbane and avoid ever seeing Cole under the full moon.
Chapter thirteen
Fried Food and Friends
Ididn’t know where I was going.
I didn’t have anything.
No phone. No money.
No home. No family.
My chest felt tight.
I walked aimlessly through the long streets of Lucian Hill.
“Hey, get in.”
I hadn’t even noticed the car crawling beside me until Darren called to me through the open passenger window of his car.
He stopped, and I got in.
“Was last night that bad?” he asked.
“Huh?” I asked, turning to him.
He smiled sadly; his brown curls were damp against his forehead like he had recently washed his hair.
“The shift. Harriet, what’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“I just need to get away,” I told him.
