“Fuckyes!”
I tugged the key from the pocket on Bunny’s back, letting out a little squeak of distress as I pulled a tuft of stuffing out with it.
Sorry, Bunny!
I poked it all back in, then tried the lock. To my delight, the latch clicked, and the doorknob turned in my grip.
I froze, heart pounding out of control.
This was it.
This was it.
Actually.
Really.
Oh my god.
“Stop panicking, Bunny,” I hissed, shaking him violently.“Get it together!”
The moment I stepped into the dark hallway, I knew I’d hit the jackpot. Honied bourbon, which I could only catch traces of upstairs, was laced in the very walls down here.
I wasn’t far off on my guess in that note I’d left—itwaslike a prison. The temperature had plummeted, and the walls were made of unpainted brickwork. Beneath my feet was cold concrete.
I tried a few rooms to find them totally empty, but I wasn’t discouraged. With every step, my mate’s scent was getting stronger.
And finally, I opened a door to a room that wasn’t empty. There was no Alpha, but it was his bedroom.
Rogue’sbedroom.
Within was a dresser, a desk and chair, a huge TV across the wall, a neatly made bed, and two doors along the walls. One was ajar, leading to a bathroom, and from the other I could hear a faint sound beyond.
I stepped in, a chill running up my spine.
His room.
His territory.
I’dmadeit.
I stalled on my way to the door, fingers tracing the bedding and the stained wood desktop, fixing everything to memory.
This was how he liked things.
Neat.
Possibly a problem, but we could work with that.
The bedding was black. There was no window in here, but the lights were warm and bright enough.
I stared at the chair, a thousand different pictures of an Alpha popping through my head. Red hair? Black? Slender, or larger?
Ihadto know.
Finally, I dared creep to the last door, and ever so quietly, I pushed it open. The sound of the TV instantly rose in the air, and the fresh scent of honied bourbon told me everything I needed to know.
Thatwas the room.