Page 74 of The Wolf King's Mate

“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I admitted. “All the men in the city are werewolves, and they could’ve realized what I was if we hooked up.”

Enzo let out a relieved breath, and his grip on the steering wheel loosened. “So I don’t have to kill anyone else.”

“Anyone else? If you killed Silas, you arenottouching me tomorrow.” I grabbed my phone and sent him a quick message.

Me

Are you alive?

“I didn’t kill Silas, or anyone else you know. It was a figure of speech.”

I shot him a look.

Until I heard that from Silas himself, I wasn’t going to believe him.

Luckily, I heard back quickly.

Silas

I’m fine. Why?

My shoulders relaxed.

Me

Enzo said something suspicious

The king. His name is Enzo. Not sure if you know that

Silas

I know

He personally dropped off a gift basket for me yesterday

Me

He what?

A moment passed, and a picture came through.

I tapped on the image, zooming in. It was a store-bought gift basket wrapped in shiny cellophane, and had a bunch of different kinds of snacks in it. It had clearly been assembled before it was purchased.

Another image came through, this one of a premade card. The typed words on the inside had been scribbled out, and it said on one side:

Sorry about the injuries. Thanks for protecting her for me. I owe you one.

The other side said:

But if you ever touch her again, I’ll feed you your own intestines before I rip out your heart.

-Enzo

I blinked.

“Who are you texting?” he asked me.

“I was making sure Silas is alive. He says you gave him a gift basket yesterday. And he sent me a picture of a card. You do know that you can’t thank someone and threaten to kill them at the same time, right?”

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