ChapterSeven
About an hour later,I finished reading the report for the fifth time.
“Perfect,” I said to the screen. “You’re perfect.” And Mathews was going to back up everything I wrote down—the whole truth of what had happened in front of his door. The nymphs would write down their own report of the condition they’d found Mathews in, too. No way could Chief Randall ignore this. “Let’s see what you’ll think of this, Mr. Dane,” I said with an evil grin.
He was going to jail. And I would be the one to put him there.
But there was one thing that Dominic Dane had been right about ever since the day we met two years ago, and that was to always assume the worst.
Too bad I didn’t until it was too late.
Someone knocked on the door, making my heart skip a long beat. It was after eight p.m., and my phone had no texts or missed calls. If the girls or Hunter were coming here, they’d have at least texted. And if not them, there was literally nobody else out there I knew well enough to give them my address.
Maybe a neighbor had come to ask for some sugar or salt?
I put the laptop down and went to answer.
None other than Dominic Dane stood in front of my door in all his glory.
I was at a loss for words. I was at a loss for thoughts.
Just…what?
“Hello, Teddybear. You weren’t asleep, were you?” he said with that throaty voice of his that my ears liked for whatever reason, then basically pushed me aside and walked into my apartment.
I looked out in the hallway, then back inside, at Dominic Dane, standing in the middle of my kitchen and living room, looking around like he was searching for some hidden treasure.
Was this a joke?
It had to be a joke.
Unless…
“Are you here to break my leg, too?” I spit and shut the door with all my strength. The windows across from it rattled in place.
“If I were, I wouldn’t be in here,” he said in almost a whisper. Hands on my hips, I went to him, so furious I was surprised my eyes hadn’t burned him to a crisp yet. When I stopped in front of him, he looked at me and he seemed…in pain.
“What are you doing here, Dominic?” I demanded, and he squeezed those swollen eyes shut and held up a finger. It occurred to me that he wasn’t breathing.
My heart did another flip. “Hey…are you okay?” He wasn’t going to collapse on my floor, was he? What the hell would I do with a man his size? I couldn’t carry him. I couldn’t even move him.
“Yep,” he choked out, then opened his mouth and drew in air, then made a face like he was in pain again. When he looked at me, his eyes were halfway golden. A werewolf’s eyes only turned golden when he was about to be dominated by his other half, the beast in him. He wasn’t going to shift now, was he?
My God, what would I do if he did?
“I can’t stay here,” he mumbled and took a step back. “Pack a bag. We’re leaving.”
I must have heard him wrong. “Excuse me?”
“We’re leaving, Teddybear. Pack a bag,” he repeated, still breathing through his mouth, like the smell of my apartment made him sick.
“Don’t call me that,” I hissed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?! You broke Mathews’s leg! Even the nymphs looked concerned. Are you out of your mind?” Why wasn’t he looking more remorseful, at least?
“I told you, I asked nicely. He said no.” He crossed his arms in front of him like he was challenging me.
Good—because I loved a good challenge.
“You are an ass, you know that? You don’t have the right to go breaking legs any time you don’t get your way,” I spit.