Chapter 15: Daffodils and Cigarettes

The next morning, my eyelids feel like they’re velcroed together even though I washed off my makeup last night. If there was ever a day I didn’t want to go to work, it’d be today. But I already took an unannounced half-day this week, and today is Friday.

Plus, maybe I could use the distraction.

My heart beats sticky like black tar in my chest. It’s going to take me a long time to figure out how to feel about Roxy not being a Lycan Hunter, despite all the signs. The thought of living in the same building as someone who wants nothing more than to hurt me made me so on edge that I lost my grip.

Though it’s funny that now I can relax, I feel even more anxious.

Ramon and Alyssa got attacked last night in his own bar full of people! That’s less believable than some Lycan Hunter trying to coax their way into my apartment or pry my window open in the middle of the night.

Maybe I should buy better window locks.

Ugh no. Mack, get it together and think about something else.