I could never wrap my head around Evelyn’s logic, but this wasn’t bad news.
Still, Vanessa was the real linchpin—though her recent moves had fizzled out, barely making a ripple.
Finishing breakfast, I curled up on the couch, plotting my next move.
Maybe prod Vanessa again, push her to step up her game?
Nah.
That she-wolf was already teetering on the edge of unhinged.
One more nudge, and she might go full feral—definitely not ideal.
My thoughts hit a pause.
I hadn’t checked in with Frank yesterday.
He’d been looking after my meals, even warned me to stay safe. I owed him a call.
Frank already knew I was okay—Alpha Gideon had dropped by the penthouse that morning—but he didn’t mention it, just smiled. “Glad you’re safe.”
We chatted for a bit, when another call buzzed in. Sabrina.
