As we pulled into the driveway of Uncle Carl's house, I hoped that Michael was wrong. Something inside of me wanted to trust Bash. It appeared that he had gotten the short end of the stick, just for loving the wrong woman. Now, to find out that everything he had told us may have been a lie, was a lot to take in.
"I hope you're wrong, Michael," I said as we climbed out of my SUV.
"Me, too," he said, closing the rear passenger door. "But it all seems a bit too fishy to me."
"Well, we'll see," Dakota said, placing his hand on the small of my back as we headed toward the house.
I sighed, shaking my head. "I even vouched for him to Raina about buying this house."
Michael's head snapped up. "He's buying this house?"
I nodded. "Which could be dangerous. We need that Werewolf Room just in case. And to leave someone here alone with him--"
"Alone with whom?" Bash asked, standing at the top of the stairs.
