#CHAPTER 49: Targets

Sarah POV I slept badly that night. The girls were tired out from the trip to the arboretum and fell asleep in their bed without even a bedtime reading. After about an hour of lying there, I realized I was missing Zane’s villa and desperately wanted to get home. I was enjoying Los Angeles, but I wasn’t enjoying the parade of rich, powerful werewolves who had a 50 percent chance of hating me every time I met someone new. Quietly, I got out of bed and let myself into the main room. I walked over to the little kitchen, put a little water in the electric kettle, and flipped it on before I realized I wasn’t alone. “Oh,” I said, realizing the dark shadow on the sofa was Zane. “Hello.” “Couldn’t sleep?” “No. I thought some tea would help.” “I had a similar idea,” he said, holding up a glass of what I supposed was scotch. I found some chamomile tea bags and a mug, and soon I joined him on the couch with the fragrant cup in my hand. We sat in a comfortable silence for a bit. “