Page 55 of Bad Blood Bear

“Do you think you’ll ever call yourself that again?” She meant, Do you think you’ll ever get yourself back?

He took the card back. “I don’t know.” He put it back in the little pocket and laid the folder down on the table. He was quiet for a moment.

“I still have the house in Georgia, did you know that?”

She shook her head. He hadn’t told her that. Was he planning on going back there? Somehow that made the pit of her stomach feel like it was dropping through the earth.

“The one you lived in with Angie?”

He nodded.

“After I left, I guess I just figured the house was gone. Foreclosed on, or destroyed by the shifter hunters.”

He bit his lips. “But then after we escaped from Grant, I checked on my bank accounts and I realized the money to pay for it had been taken out of my savings this whole time. And I called up my neighbor, whose property adjoined mine, and I found out he’d been looking after the place for me.”

“So you could go back,” Lissa whispered.

Tank nodded. “Or I could sell it,” he said. “With the house and the land, I could make enough set up my tiny house business.”

“That would be amazing,” Lissa said. “I think you should consider it.”

He squeezed her hand, looking into her eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I should.”