LXII

It felt like deja vu when I realized I was being carried inside after the long drive from Burlington to Nova Scotia. The sun hadn’t even risen when we left Vermont, and it had already set again. Isaac hadn’t allowed me to drive once, so I truthfully had no right to be the one sleeping and carried around.

Before I fell asleep, the drive had been pleasant. We had stopped at naturally cute local restaurants along the way for all three meals, and had swapped stories of our most successful conquests over the years. I really had no idea Isaac had been anywhere near as involved with shifters as he claimed, but his stories and the way his behind the scenes actions aligned with the public perspective begged to differ.

But when I took a risk and asked him why he never stepped in to get his mate unbanished, he didn’t give me an answer. Not a good one, at least.

“There were bigger things at play, Maise,” he growled at me. “The best thing for me to do was just keep an eye on you. Hell, I cou