Evander’s door. I didn’t bother knocking because doors are for polite people, and I was not feeling polite. I shoulder-checked the wood,
and it swung open on the impact. Evander stood in the room, hair a mess, eyes flaring like twin suns. His face went from angry to confused to flat-out stunned in a heartbeat when he saw Allison in my arms. Then, his gaze snapped back to me. Hotter than anything I’d
felt all day.
“Explain,” he mouthed without moving his eyes from me.
I grunted something that probably counted as an explanation and pushed through. I laid her down on his bed as if she were porcelain, tucking the ruined shirt around her shoulders. I stood up straight and looked him dead in the face.
“You could start by saying thanks for rescuing your mate from a vampire’s breakfast,” I said, sarcasm sharp as a knife. His jaw worked. He
opened his mouth, ready to snap but I wasn’t done.
“Also, don’t let her puke on herself,” I added, more practical than kind. “She will. She’s drunker than a pixie on fae wine. Make sure she
doesn’t choke.”
Evander’s eyes flicked down to her sleeping face, then back to me, the anger in them tempering into something like gratitude, quick,
guarded, and private.
“Right.” He said, low, not with the bark of a command but with a promise.
I took a step back, not because I wanted to leave but because I knew my presence would make him pace or fight or argue until we were both miserable. “Call me if she dies,” I muttered. The words were half joke, half threat.
He didn’t laugh. He only watched me walk to the door, then said the one thing I wanted to hear.
“Thanks,” he said, small and honest.
I left them there, Evander hovering like a helicopter and Allison breathing like someone who’d slipped through the cracks of the world and wound up somewhere warm. He might not want me to claim her as my mate, and as his friend, I’ll suffer for that, but I will not, in any fucking world, let her be put in harm’s way. That’s why I brought her here, to him, because I know with every part of my soul, that he
will keep her safe.
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