my dad. They’re probably losing their damn minds.”
Pain hit me like a lightning bolt to the chest. “Tate.”
She looked at me impatiently.
I licked my lips and dropped my head. “Tate, your dad.”
I swallowed hard, trying to form the words but my mouth just couldn’t handle the task. All I could do was look at her helplessly.
Slowly, horror dawned on her face. She scooted back on the bed, shaking her head. “Skye. No.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my heart fracturing for her. “Remy told me he didn’t make it.”
She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut, looking around the room like the answer was somehow hidden in here.
“Tate?”
Her breathing turned ragged, and she looked at me brokenly. “I … I need to talk to Dante and Ryder.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Dimitri said he would bring us each a phone so we could call home.”
“There’s a box on the table,” she whispered woodenly, looking over her shoulder to the sitting area.
Sure enough, a plain white box was sitting on the coffee table. I scrambled off the bed and padded barefoot on the super plush carpet. Two phones were inside the box, each one had our names scrawled on an attached sticky note.
I took out Tate’s a walked back to her, handing it to her.
She held the black device in her hands. “I think … I think I need to be alone.” She slowly climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
I sat down on one of the armchairs, not wanting to eavesdrop, but also worried she might need a friend. A piece of paper in the box caught my attention.
Skye-
Here’s a phone for you and your friend. I didn’t want to wake you, but we will serve dinner at 8. We would love for you to join us.
-N
I glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle. Ten minutes until it was eight o’clock.
I picked up my phone and powered it on, storing Remy’s number before sending him a quick text message.
SKYE: This is my new number. I’ll call soon. I love you.
I started to put the phone down when it dinged with an incoming message.
REMY: I love you, babe. Stay safe.
There was no denying the relief I felt at having a way of communicating with Remy again. Between the phone and the bond I felt through my wolf, I could almost pretend things were normal.
At least until I walked into the massive closet to get ready for dinner.
“Holy shit.” It was the only thing I could manage as I got a good look at all the clothes. Everything from sweaters to ballgowns were hung up on the racks. Upon closer inspection, everything was my size.
There was a chest of drawers in the middle. I opened the first one and my jaw dropped at the amount of sparkle that shone up at me. Diamond earrings, necklaces with every possible type of gemstone, crystal and diamond encrusted watches … There was a fortune in jewelry here.
I shoved the drawer shut with a trembling hand.
The next drawer had a lot of lacy underthings. I gingerly searched through the scraps of satin and lace, trying to find anything with cotton. The closest I came was a pair of lace boyshorts and matching bra.
A little more rummaging and I found leggings, which was good since I spied the triple digit price tag left on the first pair of jeans I had found hanging up.
I quickly pulled on the underwear and leggings, not letting my mind wonder how exactly they knew my bra size. I grabbed a red sweater and pulled it over my head, gently removing the price tag and making a point not to look at it.
Judging by the way the soft material was like cuddling a plush teddy bear, I imagined it cost a small fortune. Socks were easy, but it took some looking through the rows of shoes lined up on a wall to find a pair of sneakers in the midst of boots and heels.
I crossed the room and knocked on the door.
A second later, Tate poked her head out. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her lower lip was trembling.
“Hey,” I said gently. “Want company?”
She shook her head carefully, the phone tucked to her ear. “Dante and Ryder are on the phone.”
“Are you hungry? There was a note in the box. Dinner starts in a few minutes.”
“No,” she mumbled. “I’m not hungry.”
“I can stay,” I offered, even as my stomach growled.
“No,” she declined again. “I just