Page 62 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Leave tonight for what?”

“My cabin. Where we’re going for heat.”

I blinked. “It won’t start until two days from now.”

“I want you a long way from any other werewolves when it does. Until I personally understand how it affects both of us, I’m going to be cautious. We leave tonight. There’s a backpack and a duffel bag in the closet somewhere. Pack something to wear.”

“How long are we staying?”

He shrugged. “Until I’m confident no one else is going to try to take you from me.”

“So not until you force me to seal the bond during the next full moon?” I drawled. The sarcasm was half-hearted after my cry fest, but Enzo’s honey eyes brightened a little anyway.

He kissed my forehead, lowered me from the countertop back to my feet, then strode out of the room.

I ran a hand over the top of my hair. It stuck up at odd angles, having been pulled by a pair of gigantic hands.

I wasn’t going to think too much about that, either.

Even if we’d be sitting in a cabin alone together that night.

I pulleda duffel bag out of the closet and threw a few pairs of clothes in for myself. When I thought about Enzo’s dressing habits, I decided there was a good chance he wouldn’t bother packing himself any clothes, and put some in for him too.

I couldn’t handle my messed-up, greasy hair any longer, so I pulled it out of the bun and hobbled into the bathroom.

Enzo was probably going to be annoyed that I bathed without his help, but he’d survive. We were about to spend heat together, so he’d get over it.

I set my phone down in the ledge of the tub and took the boot off again. The wrap followed it.

My ankle and foot still looked bruised and disgusting when I got them entirely free, so I tried not to look.

I’d have to figure out how to wrap it again before Enzo saw it. He’d freak out if I was walking around with it looking the way it did.

I slipped into the tub and sank in as the water filled, and closed my eyes.

Someone knocked on the door, but I ignored it.

It wasn’t Enzo, obviously. And no one else would walk in without permission, so if I didn’t answer, they’d leave me alone.

Except they didn’t.

They knocked again.

And again.

My phone rang with a call from an unknown number. I ignored it.

A message came through from the same number a moment later.

Unknown

This is Clay. I’m outside your room. Enzo asked me to take you to the doctor

Me

I’m busy, and I don’t need a doctor

Clay

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