What the fuck is going on?
“Cherry,” I say.
She lets out a strangled little cry. She’s shaking like a leaf.
“Cherry, are you all right?”
She gulps down a breath and then wipes at her nose. “I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m—” But her eyes are bloodshot, and it gives me reason to wonder if she’s been crying much longer than the last few minutes.
Everything is wrong.
Nothing feels right.
But I can’t be sure it isn’t the shadow realigning itself and muddying my intuition.
“Is Darling okay?” I ask next.
Cherry audibly swallows and uses the wall to bring herself upright. “She’s…I…”
Vane barrels into the room behind me and rushes to the bed, but the wolf issues another rumble from his chest and Vane comes to a stop.
“What the fuck is going on?” he asks. “Why is the wolf in Winnie’s bed?”
“I don’t know,” I answer. “You have as much information as I do.”
He gives me a look like I’m being an asshole. “Okay, then why is she sleeping in her bed? I specifically told her to go to your tomb. Cherry, why the fuck is she sleeping in her bed?”
Cherry’s eyes glaze over again and she shakes her head, lower lip trembling.
“Cherry!” Vane shouts.
“I don’t know!” she yells back and then closes her eyes, purging more tears.
“Hey,” I tell him. “Go have a drink.”
He scowls at me and his eyes go black again. “Something is wrong.”
His shadow’s voice vibrates in his throat and the wolf lifts his head in interest.
I grab Vane by the shoulder. He will no longer be a match for me so I have no fear of his retaliation. And what a fucking liberation.
“Go have a drink. Now.”
He gives me one more icy look, black eyes glinting, before shoving through the twins who are hovering by the door.
“Well this is unexpected.” Bash edges around me. The wolf rests his head on his massive front paws.
“Careful, brother,” Kas says.
“I know what I’m doing,” Bash argues.
“You say that now but must I remind you—”
“No you must not,” Bash says.
“—of the time you tried wrestling with a wolf and the wolf tried eating your stupid fucking face?”
“It’s okay, boy.” Bash takes another step. I’m having a hard time deciding who should get my attention—Winnie or the wolf.
How the hell is she still sleeping with all this commotion?
Bash gets a foot away from the bed and holds out his hand so the wolf can smell him. “See?” Bash says. “I’m one of the good ones.”
Kas snorts.
When the wolf seems satisfied with the prince, Bash pats the wolf’s head and then gives him a scratch behind the ear.
“Friends?” Bash brings his other hand around to scrub at the wolf’s ruff.
Cherry tries to use our distraction with the animal as a means to duck out of the room, but I snatch her by the wrist and wrench her back.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she breathes out as my grip tightens around her arm.
“Why is Winnie in her bed and not in my tomb?” I ask her.
She swallows. Licks her lips, flutters her eyelashes. She’s having a hard time catching her breath. “Maybe because she was tired.”
I narrow my eyes and feel a swell of something old and familiar.
It’s that same knowing feeling gnawing in the back of my head.
Cherry is lying.
But why would she lie about something like this?
I look past the twins to Darling again, her chest rising and falling with even breaths.
Something is different about the energy in the room and I can’t tell if it’s the wolf, my shadow, or the twins gleeful excitement.
“Is Darling okay?” I ask again and then soften my voice. “Tell me, Cherry.”
Her shoulders rock with a shiver.
She and I look down at her arms at the same time and I notice she’s peppered in bruises and scrapes.
“Where did these come from?”
“A parakeet got trapped in my room.”
Another lie.
“Cherry—”
“Pan,” Bash says.
“What?” I snap.
When I turn to him, I find Darling curling an arm around the wolf’s neck. She nuzzles into him and breathes in deep. “I’m okay,” she answers, but her voice is faraway and sleepy.
Some of my panic ebbs out.
To Cherry, I say, “Stay in the house until I need you. Understood?”