Page 31 of Forbidden Daddy Mate

“It’s not like I have my medicine kit,” Klyte said peevishly, but he was already coming over, that serious look he always got when he was needed as a healer already on his face. He moved Freya’s coat out of the way and studied it.

“It’s nasty,” he said. “Not going to lie. But it’ll heal fine. Just will take some time. Once we get back to Brixton, I can get working on it. In the meantime, I wouldn’t advise putting much weight on that arm, so no shifting.”

Freya nodded. She glanced at the bodies on the ground, relaxing when she saw Tyr and Varin amongst the dead. She let out a deep breath.

“You’re all right,” I said softly.

She glanced up at me, something passing through her gaze. I had to wonder if she was remembering last night and thinking about what would happen when we returned home. Now that we were around the Silver Wolves again, and we knew the worst of the danger had passed, I was beginning to wonder the same. But both of us knew now was the worst possible time to discuss what happened next between us.

Besides, was there any question as to what would happen next? We couldn’t keep up a relationship once we got back. It wouldn’t be appropriate. We both knew it.

And yet, I still didn’t like it. The idea chafed, and I couldn’t figure out why.

But now wasn’t the time. We had other things to do.

“Let’s get going.” I said.

I shifted again, and Freya climbed on my back, holding tight as we raced through the woods back toward Brixton.

Chapter 14 - Freya

I lay on my couch, watching but not really seeing the movie playing on the TV. It was Hell Rabbit, one of my favorites and one of the worst movies I’d ever seen. But my mind was all over the place, and I couldn’t focus.

Ever since I’d gotten home, I still hadn’t felt safe. It was ridiculous, I knew. Tyr was dead. He was the main reason I’d been in danger. But that knowledge didn’t seem enough to quench the anxiety from my wolf. Something didn’t sit right.

Part of me wanted to talk to Malcolm about it, but I didn’t want him to think I was being paranoid or ridiculous. Plus, it still felt strange to talk to him. We’d agreed in private to keep what had happened between us secret and to put it behind us. Now that we were back in Brixton, whatever had been going on between us was over.

I told myself he was right, that it was the smart move for all parties. But telling myself and believing it were two different things.

What did it matter? I couldn’t understand why I even felt this way in the first place. We’d had sex a couple of times. It wasn’t as though we were a couple or had agreed to anything more serious than what we’d had. It had been two people who were physically attracted to one another stuck in an intense, adrenaline-fueled situation. Our emotions had been high, and we’d acted because of them. That was all.

So, if that really was all, why did my wolf disagree? All she wanted was Malcolm. I tried to tell her to knock it off, but she ignored me.

These thoughts had run through my head on near-constant repeat since we’d had our conversation.

My phone buzzed. I glanced down at the screen and winced.

Hey, everything okay? I know things got rough with the vampires. If you ever need to talk, you know I’m around. Not gonna lie, I’m a little worried about you.

Jenn again. Malcolm and I might have agreed not to keep doing…whatever the hell it was we were doing…now that we were back in Brixton, but it didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t see Jenn. Not without thinking about her father, and not without feeling massive guilt. I’d effectively betrayed my best friend. I’d slept with her dad, for crying out loud. And the worst part was, I wanted to do it again. I still thought about him constantly. Talking to Jenn while her dad was always on my mind…I didn’t think I would be able to hide it from her, and I didn’t think I could admit it to her, either.

Everything’s fine, I typed back. No need to worry about me. Just tired. Thanks for checking!

I placed my phone back on the table and turned my attention back to the movie, hoping it would drown my thoughts. The next time my cell buzzed, I ignored it.

***

A knock on the door nearly made me jump out of my skin. I thought about the last time I’d answered a knock. What had happened after.

But I was being stupid. Varin and Tyr weren’t going to show up here. They were dead. And the Silver Wolves had frightened the other vampires off. They were long gone by now, probably up in Canada or somewhere else far, far away.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

But when I opened the door, the person on the other side was just as bad as Tyr, if not worse.

“Hey, Jenn,” I said, opening the door a little but not enough to welcome her in. “What are you doing here?”

“Coming to check on my friend who hasn’t answered a single one of my texts since she got home,” Jenn responded, folding her arms. Her brow furrowed. “I’m worried about you. I know a vampire was creeping on you. I can’t imagine that was fun. But since you’re playing recluse, I was worried it might have affected you more than I thought.”

---