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But that’s not true at all.Ican’t, because I have no time left. Koen’s Alpha. Koen can do whatever the hell he wants. Koen gets to decide if—
“I told you,” he says calmly. All of a sudden, he’s ice cold. “I’m not interested.”
My stomach hollows. The words reverberate through me, harsher than a slap.
“Alpha?”
I turn to the door. A man with gray-streaked temples and a kind, weathered smile is studying us curiously. I make to leap away from Koen, but his fingers free themselves to tighten around my hip, stopping me.
“Sorry I’m so late. John asked for more and more stories, and . . .” The man’s gaze catches on me. The way I’m perched in his Alpha’s lap. “That’s my six-year-old.”
I try to stand again, and at last Koen lets go of me. I rise to my feet and take a step away, not hasty but determined.
What the hell was I doing?
“Bedtime is still your favorite part of the day, huh?” Koen asks breezily, and the man lets out a low, pain-filled groan. It’s like nothing just happened.Because nothing happened, I remind myself.He just said that he’s not interested.And it wasn’t the first time. “Mai, this is Serena. Serena, Mai is in charge of our northeast borders. You’ve been keeping him busy.”
“Me?”
Mai nods. “We stopped eleven Vampyres from entering our borders in the last two days.”
I gasp. “Eleven?Is that a real number?”
“Would you like to see their bodies?” Koen asks.
“No.”
“Good.” His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “They’re not in great shape.”
I swallow. “Did you figure out which councilmember sent them?”
“Nope. They were all independent agents interested in the bounty and didn’t know much. But I bet whoever’s behind the reward is getting impatient. They’ll make a stupid move soon enough.”
“Good. Well, notgood, but . . .” I wince. My heartbeat seems to have stabilized. “Thank you, Mai, for . . . keeping me safe. And I’m sorry that you got stuck with the Vampyre-killing job.”
“Are you kidding? Iloveit.”
“Do you?”
“Mai is my eldest second,” Koen explains. “He gets his pick of assignments.”
We chat for a while. Mai pulls out his phone to show us a few pictures of John, who looks adorable, and a menace, and wants to be Koen when he grows up— like most children in the pack, apparently. But something needling and confusing sticks to the walls of my head, a thought that won’t let go, not even hours later, when I’m alone in bed under the covers, surrounded by home-decor-store quantities of pillows.
Mai is my eldest second, Koen said. The problem is, Mai looks half a decade older than Koen, tops. Which would put him around only forty. Not eldest material.
Unable to sleep despite my exhaustion, I retrace the last few days. Every step I’ve taken since entering Northwest territory.Every person I met. And when the realization hits me, I want to take my lack of observational skills and drown it in the nearby river. I can’t believe it took me so long to notice howyoungeveryone is.
This isnotthe typical age distribution for a pack. I’ve now met most of Lowe’s seconds, and a third of them looked old enough to be his parents. Not to mention that Lowe’s house was somewhat of a revolving door of Weres of all ages seeking audience for all sorts of problems.
So it’s something else. I turn inward, gears spinning. When it comes to the Northwest, I have a lot of pieces, but I’m not sure how they fit together.Yet.
On impulse, I reach for my phone on the nightstand and type a text.
U up?
Misery:I’m a Vampyre and it’s the middle of the night.
I roll my eyes.Can you ask Lowe how long Koen has been Alpha?
