“Where’s Dave?” Tabby asked when I walked into the kitchen.
“Um…” I looked behind me as if he should have been right behind me. Though I knew damn well that he had stormed like a bat out of hell to his office to leave me to think about what I had done.
I don’t know if that had been his real intention, but I think that was what he was trying to get across. I should be thinking about how I’d f****d up and blah blah blah. I was up to here with all the s**t he was laying on me because I was expected to know all this s**t. I hadn’t been born to read minds. He should have told me this stuff before he kidnapped me and brought me to his house to meet his pack.
I turned back around. Tabby gave me an expectant look. Behind her, Joey leaned around so that he could see what was going on. He looked
