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smile covered her face but irritation was etched along the corners of her eyes and lips. They really didn’t like questions. “Regretfully, I can’t give you much more information at this time. If this were merely a case of Demetrius or a member of his seethe developing a blood-crush, it would be of little concern to us. We would not have intervened. However, the fact that Josh was notified of the vampire’s interest in you warrants our involvement,” she admitted. “You need reasons for our actions, and I assure you I understand. However, this is all the information I can give you. I hope this comforts your curious mind for the time being.”
    No, it didn’t offer comfort at all. Thoughts of Gabriella and Chase flashed in my head. A seethe of people like them wanted me and no one was offering me answers. Extinguishing my curiosity was going to take more than a few soothing words from a kind stranger, as she told me that if it didn’t affect their pack, they wouldn’t otherwise care about my life. How do you find comfort in that?
    Joan started out of the room then backtracked. “You may join us for dinner if you would like.”
    “I’m not hungry.” I lied. I was starving but I would rather have Chase take another chunk out of my shoulder than dine with them. I would tolerate the hunger pains until they went away.
    Her lips curled into a genial half-smile, “I’ll have Steven bring you something.”
     

     
    Moments after Joan closed the door, the reality of the situation hit me. A compilation of emotions from fear to grief consumed me to the point where I felt suffocated. Tired enough to sleep, I closed my eyes but the darkness only provided the backdrop for reenacting the events of the past twenty-four hours. Grabbing my stomach as it rumbled, I turned on my side and stared at the wall.
    When three abrupt knocks rattled the door, I went to the bathroom to wash away all evidence of the few tears I allowed myself. The knocks continued and by the time I walked out of the bathroom, the teenager from earlier poked his head in before stepping in, carrying a covered plate. He set it down on the table next to me and handed me the messenger bag I had dropped earlier. He buzzed around, arranging the silverware, laying out the napkins and filling my glass with water. “Steven?” I presumed.
    He looked up abruptly and then smiled, his cheeks lightly flushed. “Yes, I’m Steven. Sorry that was rude. ” He extended his hands to shake mine.
    He shoved his hands in his pocket and took his time making eye contact with me again. “I hope you’re hungry,” he stated, looking up briefly before focusing his attention back to the floor.
    “Starving. The pillow started to look like a giant marshmallow.”
    He laughed and immediately his gaze lifted to meet mine, where it stayed. “You really should have eaten with us. The food would have been prepared the way you wish. It’s a porterhouse, rare. Ethan prepared the food today, so it’s probably very rare but it should be good. He cooks for our guests far better than he treats them,” he stated as his cheeks sunk into a dimpled smile. I laughed. I liked Steven.
    My mouth watered once I took the cover off the food and the enticing aroma hit my senses. He looked oddly intrigued as he watched me eat. “Does anyone ever call you Sky?” he asked as he took a seat in the chair across from the bed.
    Oh great, he planned to stay for a while. “Not if they want me to answer.”
    “I like Sky, it fits you. Can I call you that?” Dimpled enchanting smile and cherub good looks probably allowed him to get away with calling people a number of things without consequence. All he had to do was punctuate it with that infectious grin, genial emerald eyes and the lightly veiled Southern lilt, and he could get away with anything.
    “I prefer Skylar.”
    “As you wish, Skylar” he stated grinning and enunciating every syllable slowly.
    I returned my attention to the food, doing my best