Page 65 of Havenfall Harbor
“When do we tell her we’re a package deal, and what if she won’t go for it?” Griff voices a concern I think we both have.
“I think we should be subtle about it at first, but never dishonest. If the question ever comes up, tell her the truth. Otherwise, let’s just show her the benefits.”
“And what is the truth, Evan? Do you feel the mating bond with her? Because I’m pretty sure I’m feeling something along those lines.” Hearing Griffin admit he might be blood sung to Quinn comes as a surprise. I’m not surprised that he is—I think I knew that from the beginning—but I’m surprised by the admission.
“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what I’m feeling.” I meet Griff’s gaze and watch as his shoulders relax, the tension around his eyes and forehead melting away. He’s relieved. It could be for several reasons, but I don’t want to ask him why just yet.
“We need to put a stop to this shit happening in her room, make it clear that kind behavior won’t be tolerated.” Griff changes the subject quickly. If I know him at all, it was hard for him to admit he’s going to stop fighting the inevitable with what is happening with Quinn. But I completely agree with the sentiment.
I nod my head slowly, my mind already working on how to deal with Letty. Should I continue to allow her to believe that Quinn is just a human, or would it be better to let her know that I’m more invested in finding out what’s going on than just doing my job? “I don’t think I ever mentioned it to you, but did you know Letty left Quinn down at the gate, had her walk up?”
“No, and she never mentioned it either.” Griff is referring to Quinn.
“I doubt she would have ever said anything to anyone if I hadn’t found her walking up the road.” I purposefully keep my voice lowered, but Quinn hasn’t stirred at all.
“Did you ask Letty why the fuck she would leave her, or anyone else for that matter, to walk?” Griff nearly growls, half incredulous.
“I talked with her after it happened, and she made up an excuse about running off some girls who were trying to sneak into the staff wing, but she could have sent someone else to take care of that.”
“Is this the first time she’s been a problem?”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “Honestly, she’s driven. Always willing to cover a shift, never lets her personal life interfere with work.”
Griff grunts. “Until now.”
I nod. “I’ll talk with her tomorrow morning. See what she knows.” We fall silent again, the low sounds of the television playing in the background, but neither of us are paying it any attention.
Chapter 20
Quinn
After wakingup in Griffin’s bed—with no recollection of how I got there—I help myself to his shower. I found my bag placed on a chair in the corner of the room, my items situated just like they were when I gave over the bag to him yesterday.
I take a few seconds to regret my wardrobe choice. Jeans and a sweatshirt seemed good yesterday, but now it feels too casual. I look down at my watch. I still have enough time to do a quick shirt change and get down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat if I rush.
As soon as I open the door to exit Griffin’s bedroom, the front door closes. Evan comes into sight with a lunch tray in his hand. The smell of coffee hits me first. While I don’t drink much coffee, even I can admit the scent is divine.
“Morning,” he calls out.
Griffin uncoils himself from the couch, turning his neck left and right like he may have been there all night.
“Morning,” I utter lowly, not sure Evan was even talking to me.
“I can see my timing is impeccable, hungry?” Evan inquires, setting the tray from the cafeteria down on a table near the entryway into the kitchen.
I look over at Griffin, expecting him to answer, but his eyes are already on me. “I asked Josie what you usually get, so blame her if you don’t like bagels.” Evan reaches for one of the tall, thermal cups and lifts the lid off before bringing it up to his lips for a drink.
“What did I do to warrant the royal treatment?” I half chuckle, feeling very much like I’m missing something. “Did someone trash my room or something?”
“Just go eat,” Griffin grumbles, and walks past me. I swear I hear him drag in a breath as he does. I scrunch up my nose, I know I don’t stink. I just took a shower using all his soaps and shampoos.
“He’s a grump in the morning,” Evan tells me, eying me over the rim of his cup.
“Just in the morning?” I step closer and spy a yummy fresh bagel and a single packet of cream cheese. I knew I liked Josie.
“I’m not grumpy.” Griffin saunters up to my side after leaving the bedroom quickly. “Did you sleep well?”
My cheeks heat, it feels strange having him ask how I slept in his bed. I reach for the bagel and tear off a chunk. “I did, though I don’t remember going to sleep.” I pop the food in my mouth swiftly, so I don’t have to say anything else.
