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You're such an idiot, I say. Why should it matter what I'd said? She was never interested in anything more than kissing me and touching my abs, and now she hates my guts.

If you say so, he agrees too easily for my taste.

My wolf remains quiet, allowing me to finally fall asleep. My hearing is locked on Cassidy's breathing, letting it lull me to sleep. Everything's fine. She's calm.

Just as she drifts off, so do I, but not before I have a thought.

I can't let her out of my sight until I know I can trust her, which means that I'm going to have to take her with me to the Grey Manor tomorrow. My family will be thrilled with having a human in the house. I royally fucked up.

CHAPTER 6

Cassidy

The discoveries of the day must've been too much for me because I slept through the night like a rock. Not even the big bad wolf in the room next door kept me up.

My sleep is sacred and my body treated it as such.

It's the only way to recover, gather my wits, and process the impossible bits of information.

Shifters.

Witches.

Yeah right.

These thoughts swirl around in my head as I stretch in bed. I'm not too eager to get out of my bedroom to face my wolf-boss. We had a conversation last night, but not one we finished.

And as much as I hate to admit it, my interest in the facts isn't sated yet.

The fact that they have claws and fur hidden underneath their skin sounds almost ludicrous, and that there's a history between the witches and wolves sounds even crazier, but the news story about the radicals seems perfectly reasonable for a hacker and a programmer.

Who knows? Maybe there really is a cyber-war between these secret societies. In this case, hacking into their systems wouldn't be beyond the level of criminals. In fact, it would make perfect sense. I don't have the faintest clue what or who they might be battling.

It doesn't concern me, so I could care less about finding out the reasons, but the chances of a new society emerging like that and capturing my curiosity could only mean one thing.

Reality, as I've always known it, has been blown out of the water.

Groaning, I pull the sheets over my head. And let's not forget about that same hot boss who broke into my apartment last night. Is it wrong that I don't mind too much?

If I were a psychologist, my subconscious would undoubtedly tell me it's connected with my childhood, or me wanting to feel safe because of something mom did when I was little. I really do have mommy and daddy issues, unfortunately. No need to point them out, thank you.

One, two, three deep breaths, and I'm ready to start the day. There's no sense hiding in my room any longer. As scary as Graham is right now, it doesn't change the fact that I still have a job that I like.

The smell of coffee permeates the air, giving me further incentive to get out of bed. At least my house guest is making himself useful.

"Good morning," Graham says when I finally appear in the living room.

"Yes, it's an almost good morning," I say, my tone dry.

"How did you sleep?" he asks without reacting to my displeasure.

The man looks so damned gorgeous and so damned serene sitting on my sofa as if we were lovers coming to terms with sharing the same space.

"Like shit," I admit and walk over to the counter. "I need coffee first."

Graham waves a hand toward the kitchen. "I made scrambled eggs. Hope that's okay with you."

That's more than okay with me, but I'm not about to tell him that. "Aren't I supposed to be the hostess and offer you food?"

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