Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again.
And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" "No." "And you shouldn't have to apologize for being right," he said, with a sigh.
"Much as I'd like to tell you differently." I jerked my head up and saw that he was perfectly serious.
"If you had called me to tell me that Samuel had lost it, I'd have come over and killed him.
Put him down with a bullet because I don't know that I could take him in a fight.
I've seen wolves who've lost it before, and so have you." I swallowed.
Nodded.
"What I know, that you do not, is how the wolf longs to hunt, to feel blood in his teeth.
The kill .
.
." He glanced away and back.
"On his own, my wolf would never have let that bounty hunter leave here alive after he held a gun on me.
I doubt that he'd have put up with having babies crawl all over him." Sorrow passed over his face.
"Even with Jesse, my own daughter .
.
.
I would not trust him.
But Samuel's wolf managed to deal.
So we'll give him a chance.
A week.
And after that week, we'll let you go talk to the Marrok and tell him how his son has kept his cool for a solid week.
And maybe you can buy more time for him." "I am sorry," I said in a low voice.
"I played on your guilt to keep you away." He leaned against the counter and folded his arms.
"You didn't lie, though, did you, Mercy? The pack bothers you, and so do I." "I just need time to get used to it." He looked at me--and I squirmed just as I'd seen his daughter do under that look.
"Don't lie to me, Mercy.
Not to me.
No lies between us." I rubbed my eyes--I was not in tears.
I wasn't.
It was just the adrenaline letdown after taking on a gunman with a rogue werewolf at my back.
Adam turned his back to me.