It wasn’t even noon—only about 11. The witches had completed their spell and they’d taken their leave, but not without a reminder to Reid to stay within the borders of our territory.
“If you try to leave now, you will hurt yourself,” Tessa warned him.
Reid nodded. “Much better. Thank you.”
As we waited for Silas to arrive, Reid took Mom’s duffel bag upstairs. He changed our bedsheets, and he brought his guitar downstairs.
“Are you sure you don’t mind giving up your bed?” Mom asked, with obvious uncertainty, as she watched Reid set his guitar down onto an armchair, before he left the living room again.
I had offered our bedroom. I nodded, and assured her, “I don’t mind at all.” I smiled. “Why would I?”
“What about Alpha Reid?”
“Yeah, he’ll be fine.”
Mom glanced around. “Will you bo
