FREDERIC POV
I never went to bed.
I tried, technically. I made it back to my room, sat on the edge of the mattress and stared at the wall for long enough to realize there was absolutely no f*****g chance of sleep happening unless somebody knocked me unconscious.
By breakfast I was on my fourth cup of coffee and honestly considering whether Fangar kept wolfsbane anywhere near the kitchen. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to shut Maddox the hell up for five minutes.
‘She kissed us back.’
I drank.
‘She bit you.’
More coffee.
‘She wanted us.’
I closed my eyes.
“For f**k’s sake.”
Nathan looked up from his phone. “You good?”
“No.”
“Want me to ask?”
“No.”
“I don’t know why I even thought you’d let me in. You should probably start trusting someone around here. This thing you do, m
