“Me? You’re the one with the more severe injuries,” I argue. “Besides, you’re not fully over the poison in your system, and if you’re still hurting, you can just say so. You don’t have to come with me.”
He growls.
“As if I’d let you go alone even if my injuries weren’t healed.” He spins around, holding his arms up in a show that he’s fine. I shake my head. Of course he is.
“Must be nice to have super Lycan healing,” I joke, absentmindedly lifting my hand to my neck. When my fingers touch nothing but skin, I look down. The necklace is gone.
Spinning around, I search the floor around me. The wood floors hold nothing but a few articles of clothing that we’d been wearing earlier. I move to the bed, running my hands over it, flipping the covers back, and shoving pillows around.
“Where
