I’d been so caught up in my relief that Jared was still alive that I’d completely forgotten the pale yellow wolf beside him was not Archer.
I felt a jolt of shock as Carmen shifted into her usual form, her long blonde hair nearly touching her waist as she stood naked, hesitating before accepting a robe from one of Jared’s men. She… smirked, from what I could tell, and very slowly pulled her arms through the robe while looking over at Jared.
Jared was dressing quickly, however, and didn’t wait for Carmen to get her bearings before he was charging toward the house, wearing only a pair of pants and a shirt crunched in his fist. He pointed at me.
Miriam squeaked in surprise as Jared shouted my name, and not kindly. I squared my shoulders and backed into the house. What the hell was his problem? I was the one who should be upset.
“Upstairs, now,” he said with cold firmness as he climbed the front steps, not even stopping to say hello to Miriam.