Caleb's POV
Maybe it was the alcohol-or maybe it was the simple fact that my mate was finally in my bed-but I'd slept better than I had in weeks. Even though Lily was still fuming, even though she'd made me throw out every scrap of clothing that carried even a trace of Quinley's scent, I didn't care. Even if she barely acknowledged me and fell asleep curled up in Caden's arms, none of that mattered. She was here.
And now that I'd gotten a taste of this, I knew I wouldn't let her spend another night apart from us. Tonight, we'd mark her. There wasn't a doubt in my mind.
Caden kept saying we had a lot to discuss, but the drive home was mostly silent. He was stewing-part nervous, part pissed-and I was too keyed up to risk saying the wrong thing. I knew he wanted the full story about what
