I can’t hesitate.
I need to pull the trigger and end her life before getting the fuck out of here.
I take a deep breath, involuntarily sucking in the scents of the room.
Citrus and oakmoss.
Burning embers, cotton candy, vanilla, and a hint of scorched sugar.
Cacao and orchids.
I freeze as the last scent hits my senses, a hint of familiarity to it.
It dances along the edges of my mind, as if trying to remember something that’s no longer there.
Once again, I find myself wondering what details Fabian left out of the story he told me.
Something isn’t right here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ven
At first, I’m not sure what wakes me as I stare at the wall.
It takes me a moment to realize I’m in a guest room at Luna’s house, Mack at my side.
More like at my back, as apparently I’m playing the role of the small spoon tonight.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I know Mack is a cuddler, and with Knight in Luna’s bed tonight, I’m the one who gets to be cuddled.
I frown, a sense of unease coursing through me.
Something isn’t right.
I shrug off Mack’s hold and sit up.
“What—”
I smack a hand on his chest, lifting my other hand to my lips in the universal sign to shut the fuck up.
My eyes find the open doorway, scanning the dim hallway as I try to figure out what feels out of place.
The house is silent around me, but I can’t shake the idea that something is off.
There.
There’s a shadow of movement from Luna’s room, and I’m on my feet without a thought—my gun in my hand.
Could it be Luna, Knight, or Prescott getting up to use the bathroom or to get a drink?
Possibly, but I’m not taking any chances with my scent matches.
Plus, something woke me on high alert, my alpha on the edge. I don’t think the movement is from any of them.
I think there’s someone in the house who shouldn’t be.
I stalk silently down the hallway, pausing to glance around the door as Mack catches up.
