Page 35 of Broken Wolf Heart
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Grey tells him.
“We’ll see you around,” the guard says, and they walk off, respect in their gazes.
It’s a better outcome than I expected, but even so, I catch Razor’s eye, and he nods then follows them out.
With Andy at the lead, Grey and I ascend the grand staircase. At the top, we take the corridor to the right—the opposite direction of Franco’s suite. Good. I don’t care if I’m High Alpha or Queen of the damned, I’m not sleeping where that monster laid his head.
Andy stops in front of a door at the end of the hall. She pushes it open and I peer inside to find a king-size bed, a dresser, and a sitting area, all done in neutral tones. There’s a gas fireplace in the corner, unlit. Considering it’s in Franco’s home, the space feels surprisingly inviting. But just like the rest of the house, there is zero evidence my father ever lived here.
Grey slips past me and wanders inside. He moves to open the windows, letting in the night air.
I turn back to Andy, lowering my voice. “I’m sorry,” I tell her, “About Toros.”
“Don’t be,” she says. “He doesn’t deserve your apology.”
“Maybe not, but you do. You were nice to me, and I repaid you by killing your husband.”
“This might sound cold to you, but I’d say I got the better end of our friendship already,” she says, and I blink.
“Earlier, you seemed comfortable around him, and I thought…” I trail off, unsure how to describe it.
“Comfortable and love are not the same thing.”
She has a point. I meet her eyes. “You’re really not mad?”
“Lexi, you’ve taken out the four most toxic men this pack has ever been ruled by. Five if you count Dom. For the first time in my life, I’m hopeful.”
I don’t know what to say to that.
All I can think is that her count is wrong. I’ve only taken out three. Grey killed Franco. But I can’t tell her that without unraveling this entire thing. And maybe even sparking a war. So, I keep my mouth shut and simply nod.
“I’ll come get you when the lieutenants are assembled,” she says. Her gaze flicks to the blanket I’m still wrapped in. “And I’ll send Mia up the moment she arrives with your clothes.”
“Thanks.”
She strides away, and I close the door with a soft click.
I turn to find Grey already studying me.
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
No. Not even a little.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit.
“You’re going to be great. And when in doubt, just rip out a throat or two,” he jokes.
I wince.
“Too soon?” he asks.
I shake my head, padding into the room with the blanket still pulled snug around me. “I don’t want to rule like Franco did.”
“I know, bad joke,” he says. “Hey.” He catches my hand in his. “You’re nothing like him.”
“Thanks. It’s just… I’m terrified I’m going to screw it up and they’ll figure out I don’t belong here.”
“The fact that you want to do a good job means you’re a leader who cares.” He tucks a stray hair behind my ear then presses a calloused palm to my cheek. “And no one’s going to question whether you belong. The power rolling off you is unmistakable.”
