Page 5 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

I give up holding the door open when the elevator dings. The last thing I need is for one of my new neighbors to see the Wolf King in my apartment because when I kill him, I don’t want any witnesses.

I let the door swing shut, dropping my keys in the dish on a sideboard next to the front door. “How did you find out where I lived?”

It’s a new apartment. I moved in literally two days ago. It was the same day I told Finan in my dorm parking lot that I had no interest in returning to Burning Wood.

I’m not sure what happened to the scrap of paper Finan gave me with his number and the directions to their home. Something always gets misplaced or lost in a move, and that balled-up piece of paper that I’d shoved in my pocket is it.

I hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to leave something like that in public, yet I didn’t immediately burn it on the stove like I told myself I should.

“I broke into the college admin building, found out where you were forwarding your mail from your dorm, then I got into your apartment through the underground parking.”

He says it proudly, like I should admire him for having stalking tendencies.

“Of course you did.” I sigh, stepping out of my heels. “Now get out.”

“What’s with all the black?” he says, glancing at my knee-length black shift dress when I shrug out of my coat.

“I went to Doug’s wake.” I glare at him. “If you make so much as one comment about?—”

“I wasn’t going to.” He puts my book on the bedside table and gets to his feet.

And then he just stands there, looking uncomfortable.

“You’re not leaving,” I tell him.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, then almost immediately pulls them out again. “What I said about… and the thing that I, uh… with the cage. You know?”

This man might look like a Greek god, but he is an idiot.

I stare at him.

He rakes a hand through his hair. “You’re not making this easy, Kat.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “How am I making it difficult?”

He sighs. “You’re expecting an apology. I don’t…”

“Apologize for nearlykillingsomeone?”

He blinks at me.

I can’t do this.

Today hasn’t just been tough. It’s been utter shit. This entire month has been exhausting. And now I have a man who broke into my apartment and messed up my sheets, who doesn’t know how to apologize and seems to expect me to forgive him if he leaves enough awkward pauses?

No.

I walk over to my door and wrench it open, holding it so I can immediately lock it after he leaves. “Get out. Today has been…” I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. Just get out.”

He sits on the edge of my bed.

I don’t like the fact that my apartment is on the twentieth floor. The elevator makes me think I’m trapped in a tomb. I have constantly been on edge that it might get stuck with me in it, and I can’t go through being locked up.

Not again.

But now I look at the man who won’t leave, and I start thinking maybe being on the twentieth floor isn’t a bad thing after all. In fact, it’s a positive. I could launch him from my balcony, and it would hurt when he landed. If he landed on his head, it might even kill him.

My wolf, who hasn’t stopped growling because of what he did to us, wouldn’t mind it as well.

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