Her thoughts were still scattered, her steps automatic as she trailed behind Cain. He walked with an air of unwavering confidence, his broad shoulders square, his long strides steady. He didn't look back, not even once, to check if she was following.
Not that she had a choice.
Violet's frown deepened as her mind circled the impossible demand scrawled on that note. Every potential solution she thought of unraveled under Cain's looming presence. She bit her lip, her heart pounding with anxious urgency.
I could fake being sick... diarrhea maybe? Her face twisted at the ridiculousness of the thought. Even if she could pull it off, Cain wasn't an ordinary man. He was a werewolf, and his sharp instincts would betray her before she made it halfway to the door.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize Cain had stopped until she smacked into him.
"Ow!" she yelped, stumbling back, her hands flying up to rub her nose.
