Chapter 142

Let it never be said that it took Ashira Cohen more than one pee-fest on her floor to learn her lesson. I bolted awake on Thursday morning as soon as the puppy did, hustling to shove my feet into boots, clip a leash onto her collar, and get her outside to do her business.

At least it wasn't raining. I hopped from foot to foot to stay warm, my breath misting the cool April air, and the jolt of adrenaline from my rude awakening amping the curl of anxiety tingling through me.

Today was the first official meeting of Team Jezebel. I wasn't worried about Rafael meeting Priya or Arkady, but Levi had insisted on being present, and the ways those two could dislike each other were legion. Who had more authority, who had more of a claim on me, whose reaction was the most valid should I suddenly give in to my cravings and fall upon Rafael's magic like an eight ball of cocaine?

There was also a part of me that worried Rafael had washed his hands of me altogether.