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I can be as dramatic as I want.
And I hope Jason Silver’s truck fucking exploded.
A knock at the car window drags me away from my thoughts, and I look up to see Tammy.
I roll down the window, confused.
We had spoken briefly before, but she was in such a state of despair over losing both April and Skylar that I had only asked her a few questions. Vincent had talked with her more than I had, and he was the one that told her that we would be keeping watch.
“Take care of my girl,” she says, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare think of breaking her heart.”
I raise an eyebrow, stunned. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say coolly. “I’m in this for the long run.”
It’s true. I’ve never been this attached to anyone. Even if Skylar rejected me, my inner Alpha would still belong to her.
At my response, the Beta woman visibly sighs and her expression softens. “Good,” she says. “She has a big heart, but it’s delicate.”
I nod. “I know. But it’s safe with me.”
I probably look the opposite of safe to Tammy. My hair is a mess, my skin is paler than usual, and my fingers are twitchy.
I look like a fucking nightmare.
But Tammy nods with no judgment in her gaze, only a twinge of sadness.
“Bring my other baby back too, please,” she whispers. “I know you can.”
I swallow. How many times have parents or spouses asked this of me? But when it comes from Skylar’s family, it makes it worse.
It fucking kills me that I can’t guarantee anything.
“I’ll do my best,” I say solemnly. It’s all I can do.
“Thank you,” Tammy says softly. “And thank you for saving Skylar.”
I swallow a lump in my throat and nod. “Of course,” I reply.
As Tammy drives away, I settle in for a long night in my car, greedily inhaling Skylar’s scent.
17
SKYLAR
I’m not surprised I can’t sleep.
My body is weak, but I can’t stay in a state of rest for more than twenty minutes without jerking awake.
I left the light on my nightstand on, afraid to wake up in the dark without remembering where I was.
Devyn’s asleep in my living room, making sure I’m not alone.
But there’s a scent that comes from outside, interrupting my panic when I wake for the fifth time.
River.
Sitting up in bed, I peek out my curtains.
I recognize his car down the street and know he’s keeping watch from inside.
