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He left it to grill some more.

“Nightmares,” I answered his other question.

“Understandable.” He folded his arms. “I need to get back to my pack. They’ll be at risk.”

True. If Declan was here helping me, and us, then his people would be a target. We’d have to bring them over to the glade for safety.

“Once we get back, I’ll speak to Medusa,” I said, lifting the beer to my lips.

“Thanks.”

The beer was cold and wonderful, my body super grateful for every drop.

“This is good stuff,” I declared.

He agreed, pulling out my toast. “How do you take your butter?”

“Generous, please.”

He laughed, slathering it on, then brought it over.

“Perfect,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Enjoy.” He sat back down, sipping his beer. “Ah.”

I ate, his toasting skills elite. This was exactly how I liked it.

He made some notes, scribbling away until I finished my last bite.

“Good?” he asked.

“Very good.” I patted my belly. “Just what I needed.” A big yawn followed.

“Just like you need sleep,” he added.

“Yeah.” The pain in my head began to intensify again. “When I see Silvanus is safe.”

How could I sit here eating toast and drinking beer after what happened? Ugh, what a heartless prick. I needed to get off my arse and find him. Make sure he was okay. I mean, I knew he would be, taken to safety by his two besties.

Still, shame on me for trying to relax.

I want to hold him.

Kiss him.

Tell him I⁠—

“Fuck.” I rested both elbows on the table, hiding my face in my hands. “Fuck this.”

The way he’d touched me in the glade… I wanted more of that. I wasn’t ready to let any of it go. Ever. And that said a lot about my selfishness. I’d seen what the vampires went through in Selene Haven in Silvanus’s memories. Did I really want to kill their king and wipe them out of existence?

I blew out a long breath, lifting my head to find the alpha looking at me. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“You must think I’m disgusting.”

He leaned forward. “Why?”