Asil had given me back my necklace in the car.
"Good," Peter said. "But I would like to sleep beside her one more time."
"Yes," I told him. "Okay."
He changed into his wolf one last time and left the room without a backward glance.
I walked over to the bed and slid my sore fingers across the damp skin of Adam's shoulder. What if we had only one more time to sleep together? One last time.
He could have died instead of Peter.
I pulled the covers out from under him, and he was so tired he didn't even move. But when I got in bed beside him, he reached out and tugged me close.
"So," said Adam, holding the back door open for me as the snow smothered the last of the Rabbit's funeral pyre. "Why are you lucky?"
"Because." I leaned into him instead of going inside, pressing him against the doorjamb. His lips tasted like smoke and hot dog, with a touch of chocolate. He tasted warm and alive.
"Just because."