Sandy gestured for me to sit down, so I moved over to my bed and stood by its edge. She sat on the oversized chair near it. Her expression was serious, and I couldn’t help but feel a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. What could she possibly want to talk to me about? Did I do something wrong? Was it vomiting at work? The bleeding? I sure hoped she wasn’t going to fire me.
“Sit down, Kat,” she said firmly. I obeyed, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her to speak.
“Kat, I’m going to be honest with you,” Sandy said, her gaze steady. “As you are probably now aware, this café is situated on the boundaries of the Redwood Pack territory.”
My eyes widened in surprise. She knew. Of course, she knew. I nodded in agreement.
“You’re a rogue, Kat,” Sandy continued, her tone gentl
