Jax was kind enough to share his bed tonight, not that it mattered. Wolves enjoyed their space, and most of their beds were massive. As I lay here without touching Jax, I couldn’t make myself fall asleep. I stared at the ceiling as I pondered over everything that was happening. I knew in my cold dead heart that Wyatt and Greyson would never willingly hurt me, and if they wanted out, they would make sure no one got hurt! I sat up in the bed, and without thinking twice, I swished out of the house in Jax’s oversized t-shirt. I was halted dead run as I ran smack into Samuel! Mortal me would have fallen flat on my ass, but my reflexes were in full swing these days. I stumbled backward and then collected myself before I gained the courage to look into Samuel’s eyes.
“Midnight snack?”
