XLIV

I wanted to pace anxiously, but I had a strong suspicion that would blow the cover of my fake sleep. I was still peeved with her, but I desperately wanted Blair to show up. She’d think she was the luckiest person on earth, getting two girly, gossipy conversations out of me in just as many days.

Not for the first time, I wished Leah knew about us supernaturals. She would be the perfect person to dissect what Isaac meant, down to the tone, tense, and inflection. But, there was no way to fill her in on the drama without the ‘I’m a werewolf, he’s a lycan, and there’s a prophecy that keeps changing about us’ part.

But, come to think of it, I wasn’t exactly certain how much her response would change. She would tell me to shoot my shot, fate be damned. As much as I hated fate, I was cautious to agree with that sentiment. Giving fate the middle finger made things go awry, as us supernaturals had just observed.

Granted, I had gone on multiple tangents today about fucking fate and ignorin