Sadie
Two days pass with no sign or word from Deke. I finally cave and phone a friend. Not all of them, just Adele. I can’t take a full Inquisition.
As soon as I open my door for her, Adele knows something is wrong.
“What happened?” she asks.
I press my lips together to keep the tears back, and she pulls me into a hug. “Sadie, I’m so sorry.”
“I’m okay,” I sniffle.
“No, you’re not.” Adele pulls back and studies me. “That asshole. I will end him.”
“No, don’t do that.”
“Tell me everything.”
So I do. I leave out the part about Deke being a werewolf, but I tell her everything else. The trip, the flirting, the wedding. The s*x—of course I skim over those details. “We were all over each other,” I summarize, my cheeks hot.
“Hmm,” Adele murmurs, swirling her wine. Totally non-judgemental.
