“What happened?” I ask.
“What do you remember?” He counters.
“Cut the bullshit. You seem to keep showing up when I’m in a crisis, and tonight…” I push to my feet and begin to slowly pace next to the coffee table.
Flashes.
Images.
“Then…...you.” I toss my hands up.
Say it, Raven.
“You were a giant fucking wolf, Sullivan.”
His eyes hold mine, glowing as he stands. “Raven, listen to me.”
“No. I’m not crazy. I know what I saw.” I point my finger
“Raven.” He says again, stepping into my space. “Baby, breathe.”
I don’t even realize I’ve stared to panic, my chest rising rapidly, my breaths quick. He lifts my arms up over my head, lacing his finger with mine.
I take a deep breath, then blow it out as I drop my forehead to his chest. This makes no sense. It’s impossible.
“I’m sorry. You’re not crazy,” he whispers.
After another deep breath, I lift my head. “I don’t understand. It’s a myth. It’s not real.”
The sounds of bickering come from the porch as Declan comes in carrying a passed out Presley over his shoulder.
“What the hell is this?” Locke pinches the bridge of his nose.
Declan flashes a look at me. “She wasn’t exactly cooperative.” He continues past me. “Had to move to desperate measures.” He throws a wink in my direction. “And would you please tell Autumn that I didn’t seduce this poor girl," he scoffs.
A girl with beautiful auburn hair comes in behind him, a scowl across her face. “What’s the emergency?”
She stops just short of the living room, her eyes bouncing from me to Locke. I watch Declan travel down to his wing with Presley in tow.
“Is she safe with him?” I ask. “Is he a…...” I flick my wrist at him.
“A wolf? No,” Locke answers.
“He’s a vampire,” Autumn says cooly as she approaches us.
“A what?” I gasp.
I go to move past Locke, but he catches me by the waist. “She’s safe, Rae.”
Autumn ventures closer and stops in front of me. “Who am I checking out?”
“The girl with Dec and Raven.” His arm tightens around my waist, the touch so comforting it’s confusing.
The man was a wolf an hour ago.
I think I’m having a mental breakdown.
“Sure thing. Nice to meet you, Raven.” She smiles, her eyebrow slightly lifting at Locke.