Later, showered and dressed in fresh clothes, they ate the slightly-crispy bacon and scrambled eggs at the island, the site of their frenzy now just a polished surface. Nyx wore one of his flannels over her tee, the collar loose enough to show the vivid, dark purple bruise and neat puncture marks on her shoulder. They ate in comfortable silence, grinning at each other like idiots, forks clinking.
Nyles finally nodded at the mark. "Sorry about that. Got carried away."
"Don't you dare be sorry," she shot back, kicking him under the table. "I love it." She took a swig of orange juice. "Heard from Nox this morning. He's freaking out. Can't get ahold of Layla."
The easy warmth in Nyles' face cooled, replaced by the alert sharpness of an Alpha. "Since when?"
"Since last night. She's not answ
