FREDERIC POV
“We went to bed all together and she was just fine. Happy, even. Smiling.” Agatha’s eyes narrowed on me. “So tell me, Freddie, what the f**k happened between that and this morning?”
I exhaled and closed my eyes.
Fuck.
Fuuuck.
“What do you know, Holloway?” she pressed, still glaring at me, and I could practically feel her wolf glaring right along with her.
Rightfully so.
“Nothing.”
It came out too fast.
Agatha caught it immediately. “Are you sure?”
I should have lied. Probably would have, if I’d had more than two functioning brain cells left.
Instead, I said, “She was with me.”
Agatha went completely still.
“When?”
“After two.”
Her face lost some color, enough that Megan turned toward us.
“Doing what?”
“Doesn’t f*****g matter.”
“It matters if she’s missing.”
