that situation?”
“Of course not. But I still don’t think you’re the one for her.”
A sigh left the cop’s mouth. “You’ll watch over her while I’m at work, right?” Stephen’s voice softened as his face filled with concern. Brandon noticed his eyes were fixated on Evelyn.
“Yeah, I was thinking that maybe I should stay until she wakes up. What could we tell her for both of us being here? For the next few days we need to keep a close watch on her,”
Stephen ran his fingers through his blond hair while he looked down toward the bed. “Just say you found her asleep in her car or something and you called the station. That’s when I can say I arrived. We’ll tell her she even momentarily woke up, so we knew she was okay. Do you think that will work?”
“That is the stupidest story I’ve ever heard, but since I can’t think of anything better, it’s going to have to do. What choice does she have but to believe us, anyway? The last thing she’s going to remember is leaving that motel. She won’t even remember the ride home.” Brandon crossed his arms and studied Evelyn’s face.
“What motel,” Stephen snapped.
Brandon groaned and waved Stephen into the living room. This was going to be a long story, one he didn’t really feel like telling. The cop stomped his way to the couch and sat down when he realized Brandon wasn’t going to continue, until he did.
“A few months ago, our dear Evelyn devised a game to keep her and her friends occupied until spring break approached.”
“What kind of game?”
“A game they call Bets. One focused on men.”
A look of revulsion came across Stephen’s face, but Brandon continued. “You see, with a point of one of their fingers, they bet each other who they would take to a motel and fuck. If they win and get the guy to leave with them and fuck them, then the one who made the bet has to buy drinks. If not, it’s the other way around and the loser buys the drinks.”
Stephen paled. “And that’s what she was doing when she was gone, a bet?”
Brandon laughed. “Not today she wasn’t, but the guy was once one of the bets. He’s the first one she fucked twice. She really likes him, you know. That much I can tell. The guy has been through hell. I guess you could say she could relate.”
Stephen huffed. “I can’t believe she would do this. It doesn’t sound like the same Evelyn I know.”
“Knew,” Brandon corrected. “You don’t know her anymore, Stephen. She’s completely different from how she was when you were both together. Trust me, I saw everything. Listen, go to work and I’ll be here watching over her until you come back…if you come back.”
“I’ll be back. Keep your hands off her or I’ll break them. Do you hear me? Just because we share Evelyn in common doesn’t mean we’re friends.”
Brandon laughed. “Yeah, yeah, go to work, cub.”
“Quit being a smart-ass and calling me that damn name. I’ll be back,” Stephen said, shutting the door behind him.
The thudding of the stairs was a loud echo in Brandon’s ears. When he was sure Stephen was gone, he opened his phone and hit Taylor’s number. It was time he told him what was going on.
* * * *
Stephen got into his cruiser and sat there quietly for a few minutes. The game Evelyn was playing was a ticking time bomb. What happened when she pissed off the wrong guy? What happened if she was attacked? Had she lost her damn mind?
This was all his fault. How had he let things get this bad? Breaking off the engagement with Evelyn was supposed to protect her, not put her in more danger. He had never expected Sheila to take two years to accept her change.
Ayden had made him promise, had ordered and trusted him, to make sure she got better. Sheila wouldn’t let Ayden anywhere near her, not after she had found out her own brother gave her lycanthropy. It had been a freak accident, but Sheila didn’t care. She hated what she had become.
The cruiser came to life
“Of course not. But I still don’t think you’re the one for her.”
A sigh left the cop’s mouth. “You’ll watch over her while I’m at work, right?” Stephen’s voice softened as his face filled with concern. Brandon noticed his eyes were fixated on Evelyn.
“Yeah, I was thinking that maybe I should stay until she wakes up. What could we tell her for both of us being here? For the next few days we need to keep a close watch on her,”
Stephen ran his fingers through his blond hair while he looked down toward the bed. “Just say you found her asleep in her car or something and you called the station. That’s when I can say I arrived. We’ll tell her she even momentarily woke up, so we knew she was okay. Do you think that will work?”
“That is the stupidest story I’ve ever heard, but since I can’t think of anything better, it’s going to have to do. What choice does she have but to believe us, anyway? The last thing she’s going to remember is leaving that motel. She won’t even remember the ride home.” Brandon crossed his arms and studied Evelyn’s face.
“What motel,” Stephen snapped.
Brandon groaned and waved Stephen into the living room. This was going to be a long story, one he didn’t really feel like telling. The cop stomped his way to the couch and sat down when he realized Brandon wasn’t going to continue, until he did.
“A few months ago, our dear Evelyn devised a game to keep her and her friends occupied until spring break approached.”
“What kind of game?”
“A game they call Bets. One focused on men.”
A look of revulsion came across Stephen’s face, but Brandon continued. “You see, with a point of one of their fingers, they bet each other who they would take to a motel and fuck. If they win and get the guy to leave with them and fuck them, then the one who made the bet has to buy drinks. If not, it’s the other way around and the loser buys the drinks.”
Stephen paled. “And that’s what she was doing when she was gone, a bet?”
Brandon laughed. “Not today she wasn’t, but the guy was once one of the bets. He’s the first one she fucked twice. She really likes him, you know. That much I can tell. The guy has been through hell. I guess you could say she could relate.”
Stephen huffed. “I can’t believe she would do this. It doesn’t sound like the same Evelyn I know.”
“Knew,” Brandon corrected. “You don’t know her anymore, Stephen. She’s completely different from how she was when you were both together. Trust me, I saw everything. Listen, go to work and I’ll be here watching over her until you come back…if you come back.”
“I’ll be back. Keep your hands off her or I’ll break them. Do you hear me? Just because we share Evelyn in common doesn’t mean we’re friends.”
Brandon laughed. “Yeah, yeah, go to work, cub.”
“Quit being a smart-ass and calling me that damn name. I’ll be back,” Stephen said, shutting the door behind him.
The thudding of the stairs was a loud echo in Brandon’s ears. When he was sure Stephen was gone, he opened his phone and hit Taylor’s number. It was time he told him what was going on.
* * * *
Stephen got into his cruiser and sat there quietly for a few minutes. The game Evelyn was playing was a ticking time bomb. What happened when she pissed off the wrong guy? What happened if she was attacked? Had she lost her damn mind?
This was all his fault. How had he let things get this bad? Breaking off the engagement with Evelyn was supposed to protect her, not put her in more danger. He had never expected Sheila to take two years to accept her change.
Ayden had made him promise, had ordered and trusted him, to make sure she got better. Sheila wouldn’t let Ayden anywhere near her, not after she had found out her own brother gave her lycanthropy. It had been a freak accident, but Sheila didn’t care. She hated what she had become.
The cruiser came to life
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