She blinked at me.
Then at the dark shape of the packhouse beyond the windshield.
Then back at me.
“Did I fall asleep?”
Her voice was rough with sleep.
It almost killed me.
“Yes.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“How long?”
“Most of the drive.”
She groaned and pressed a hand to her face. “Fantastic. Very elegant. Very mysterious. Exactly the impression I wanted to make entering werewolf territory.”
“No one saw.”
Her hand lowered slowly.
I reconsidered my statement.
“No one important saw.”
Her eyes narrowed further.
“Caelin.”
“The patrols saw.”
“The patrols.”
“They were discreet.”
“You threatened them, didn’t you?”
I paused.
Her mouth fell open.
“You did.”
“I asked for quiet.”
“With your grumpy tone?”
“It was quiet.”
“Oh, well, then. Completely normal.”
I bit back a smile.
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