Page 34 of Broken Wolf Heart
“How are you?” I ask, feeling awkward.
“I’m okay. How are you?” she asks.
“I’m good.”
She holds my gaze. It’s still clear, but I know I can’t bring this up here. Not now.
“Will you show me to one of the guest rooms?” I ask.
Confusion wrinkles her brow. “Why?”
“I’d like somewhere to sleep that’s not—” I stop, unwilling to say his name. He deserves to be forgotten. To never be mentioned again.
“Of course,” Andy says knowingly. “This way.”
She takes the lead.
Grey is at my side instantly, and the others fall in behind us.
“Actually,” I say, glancing at Razor and Dutch, “Can you guys wait here and make sure the only people who gain entry are the ones we invited?”
They look from me to Grey, who nods.
Different pack, I realize.
That’s going to take some getting used to. Not just giving orders but remembering who follows whom. Wolf hierarchy is so weird. But I don’t have time to adjust either. I’m already in the deep end. Now it’s sink or swim.
“What can I do?” Mia asks.
I turn back, considering her offer. “We both need a change of clothes.”
And I don’t trust anyone else. I don’t say it, but she nods as if she already knows.
“I’m on it.” She’s out the door without a glance at Grey, which makes me smile inwardly.
Mia is her own hierarchy.
To Crow, I ask, “Will you guard the stairs to make sure no one else comes up?”
His gaze flicks to Grey, but he doesn’t hesitate. “Consider it done.”
I exhale, relieved to know the people watching my back actually care whether I live or die. If the security guards are miffed that I didn’t ask them for anything, they don’t show it.
“Ma’am?” one of them calls when I’m halfway up the stairs. “What are your orders?”
I hesitate, considering. “What was your post before?”
“Patrolling the grounds,” says the one who called out to me.
“Continue on your current schedule until further notice,” I say.
They hesitate, their attention turning to Grey. “Word is you killed Albero. Is that true?” one of them asks.
I tense, remembering belatedly how I spilled those beans at the meeting earlier. And then completely forgot to tell Grey about it. But he stands tall, unflinching.
“It is,” Grey says. “He attacked my mate, and I reacted accordingly.”
I brace for some kind of fight, but they all nod. The one in the middle, the speaker, blows out a breath. “He assaulted my sister at a party last year. So, thanks for what you did, man.”
