Page 77 of Snag
“Yes.”
She nods, swallowing. “She killed Kris.”
“Yes.”
“Was Kris … was Kris my mate?”
“I don’t think so.”
“And you’d know?”
“I didn’t look closely, Presh. Not … then.”
She drops her gaze, whispering, “But you know … about Andy.”
“I know … that you have a multitude of destinies available to you. That you will slip from one path to another, shining bright on this world.”
She grimaces. “That’s not an answer, Zaya.”
I laugh, then sober quickly. “You can’t trust Bellamy.”
Precious stiffens. “I know that. She killed Kris.”
I hold her gaze for a moment. She doesn’t look away. “I’m meeting with the Outcast —”
“Oh,” she says, already shaking her head. “I’m not going back to the main pack house. He’ll never let me leave again.”
“Your place is with me now,” I say without really thinking about it, as if the universe has channeled through me to voice the claim.
A bright smile swamps Presh’s face. “I know.”
DeVille groans loudly and deliberately, sitting up on the floor. “If you’re making me sleep on the floor, you can at least be fucking quiet.”
“Shut up, Andy,” Presh grouses, playful and teasing.
DeVille rises, moving to and climbing over the edge of the bed, hair falling all around his face. Then he attempts to burrow into the unoccupied pillows.
Allowing DeVille to distract Presh — which was likely his intent — I stand, heading for the door. Presh half-heartedly kicks at him from under the covers. The young shifter simply pins her in place with his ankle over her lower calf. Presh huffs, but then allows him to settle beside her. Not touching but close enough to almost be snuggling.
“Don’t leave the estate, Precious.” I pause in the doorway again. “Rath and Rought are coming with me, but Gigi and Coda are here if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
“That goes for both of you,” I say. “You’re safe on the estate.”
DeVille grumbles in acknowledgment.
I turn away, my mind already shifting to the —
“Zaya?” Precious calls after me softly.
I turn back. She’s propped up enough to meet my gaze over DeVille’s shoulder.
“Do you … do you think everyone is redeemable?”
I pause. Redemption isn’t something I’ve given much thought to. Mostly because it’s just not relevant to my life. Or it hasn’t been.
“I don’t know,” I finally murmur. “What do you think?”
