Page 52 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

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Fuck.

“That’sit?” I demand.

They all look at me.

“What’s it?” Cruz asks.

I open my mouth to tell them the unfairness of Kat accepting their apology just like that, but I have tobeg?

I’m not about to get into that right now. That’s a conversation for later, when it’s just my mate and me. “So there were no other scents belonging to shifters except Kat on campus?”

Cruz nods. “Just her.”

Everyone looks at each other. “So whoever it is must be masking their scent.”

“With scent blockers like hunters?” Joy suggests.

“More like perfume and cologne,” Wes grumbles, swiping a hand over his nose. “All those scents packed into one campus. Thousands of students… it was overwhelming, to say the least.”

I look at Kat. “And for you?”

She shrugs. “I got used to it.”

They all stare at her, their expressions a mix of disbelief and admiration as well. Living in close quarters with thousands of students can’t have been easy. Not for a week, a month, or in her case, four years.

“Impressive.” I nod.

A hint of pink touches her cheeks as she crosses her arms. “No, it wasn’t.”

“Take the damn compliment, woman,” I grumble.

“Call me woman again and you won’t like what I do.” Her eyes narrow.

Joy sighs. “Uh, I miss the honeymoon period.”

Kat and I turn to face her. “Honeymoon period?” we say in unison.

Emilio smiles down at Joy. “Don’t you remember how much we fought before we got together?”

I turn to look at Kat. She turns to look at me.

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KAT

Ididn’t expect to spend nearly two hours at the table with the enforcers talking through potential suspects.

I thought they would have better things to do with their time than help me, but if the next target is likely to be their boss, they are trying to help him, not me, despite Emilio's joke before. Their priority will be him, not me.

Aren is standing near the piece of paper on which we wrote the victims' names. He’s focused on talking to Finan about something, but some internal awareness makes me think he’s paying more attention to me than to Finan.

“Did you record it?” Joy asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Record what?”

“Scaring your ex shitless?”

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