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Knight lets out a groggy yawn. “We’ll figure it out later. Right now, we’re going to take a nap.”
“It’s barely noon. Shouldn’t we worry about lunch first?” I ask, but I get no response except the sound of Knight’s snore.
Mack and I laugh together, cuddling into Knight’s warmth.
At least Knight managed to get me out of my head, and maybe a nap doesn’t sound too bad.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Luna
Ipractically run back to my house.
Okay, let’s be real. I’m not running anywhere in three-inch heels, but I walk as fast as I can.
I pass a few people on the way, but I ignore them when they call out to me.
Rude? Absolutely, but there’s no way I can stop and talk to anyone right now.
I have one goal in mind, and that’s getting to my nest, where I’ll be safe.
I almost fumble my keys when I’m unlocking the front door, but I manage to keep them in my hand. I lock the door behind me, abandoning everything except my phone on the floor and rushing up the stairs to my bedroom.
My house is entirely too big for one person, but I think all the widows did the same thing. We fixed up existing homes or built onto them, turning them into the homes we wanted for ourselves.
I tried living in a smaller house, but after growing up the way I had, I needed space.
So I moved to a larger house and just keep adding to it.
It seems silly considering it’s just me, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
I throw open the double doors to my room at the top of the stairs and practically dive through the door to my nest on the other side of the room. I fumble to find the switch for the fairy lights, sighing in relief when the soft purple lights flicker to life.
Unlocking my phone, I know exactly who I need to call, but I need to let the others know I’m okay first.
LUNA
Before Syrus tells you, I had a tough meeting with a potential client.
I closed up the office for the day, and I’m at home in my nest.
I’m not ready to talk about it, but I’ll talk to you girls soon.
Ismile as their replies come in, offering support. The best part about my sisters is that they know I don’t need or want them to converge on me when I’m struggling.
When my phone starts ringing, I smile. “I was just about to call you.”
“Sure you were.”Lark scoffs.“I can’t believe I was the one who had to call you.”
“I literally just sent the text. I was reading everyone’s responses, then I was going to call you. Impatient much?”
Lark sighs, her voice growing serious.“What happened?”
I inhale, a sob hiccuping my breath.
Damn it. I thought I had those under control, finally.
“The omega they need help with? She’s had an alpha name themself as her guardian due to being mentally unfit.”
