"Ava."


    My head feels like it weighs a million pounds. My ears feel stuffed and woolly. And Kellan''s hands dragging me to my feet are like burning embers pressed against my skin.


    "What?"


    "You passed out."


    Staring at him blankly, it takes a while for my brain to catch up to his words. "Oh. Shit." I guess that''s one way to deal with stress; just let your body shut down.@@@@


    Don''t really recommend it.


    Kellan doesn''t ask questions about my visit with Lucas, just escorts me back to the cottage and makes sure I''m taken care of. Brings lunch I don''t want to eat and promises to check on me in another hour or two.


    Of course, lunch is out of the question. My stomach''s too queasy for that. And until Sister Miriam and Selene return, I don''t have a great way to get information on what happened to Lucas'' wolf. I''m definitely not going to tell people he doesn''t have one; the pack needs stability, not another blow.


    I''m not even sure Kellan knows.


    The thought that Lucas may have trusted me with a little secret buoys my depressed spirits by a millimeter or two.


    Maybe, even if he can''t feel it, there''s a part of him wanting to trust me. Knowing I''m his mate.


    Even if he doesn''t want to see me for the rest of the day.


    Fuck.


    It''s like the bill for all the time he spent waiting patiently for me, delivered express mail with cash on delivery. Now it''s my turn to wait and trust and hope.


    Water cascades over my skin, hot enough to turn it pink. It''s my second shower in hours, but I can''t shake the depression clinging to me like second skin. Steam fills the bathroom.


    I scrub hard, until my skin is raw and angry red, as if I can wash away the memory of Lucas staring at me like a stranger.


    Confusion furrows my brow until she pulls a small notebook from her pocket. She scribbles something quickly, then turns it so I can read: I know about his memory loss.


    My eyes widen. Of course. We''re being watched, listened to. There might even be a traitor somewhere. We can''t talk about his situation openly.


    Vanessa''s voice is unnaturally cheerful as she asks, "Did you break down crying out of sheer relief in the hallway? I heard rumors flying around already."


    The hint isn''t subtle, but I''m grateful for it. I nod, forcing a weak smile. "Yeah, I was just so overwhelmed seeing he was okay. I guess my body finally decided it was safe to shut down for some much-needed rest."


    "That''s understandable," Vanessa says, patting my arm. "It''s been a stressful time for everyone, especially you."


    The bedroom is the farthest room from the door and nosey ears, so we head there.


    I sink back onto the bed, suddenly feeling drained as I grab her pen to write my own words. He doesn''t remember me at all.


    She sits beside me. The delay in conversation gives me time to think as she writes. Give it time. Head injuries are tricky. The important thing is he''s alive and recovering.


    Vanessa pulls me into another hug, whispering so softly I can barely hear her, "We''ll figure this out. You''re not alone."


    When she pulls back, her smile is bright but her eyes are serious. "Now, have you eaten? Kellan says you aren''t eating much."


    My stomach''s still in knots, and the thought of food makes me queasy. "I''m not really—"


    Vanessa goes still, her eyes growing unfocused. What now?


    After a moment, she blinks, refocusing on me. A smile spreads across her face. "There are new arrivals."


    I stiffen, hope and fear warring in my chest. "Is it—" My voice cracks. I swallow hard and try again. "Is it Lisa?"


    "It might be," Vanessa says, her smile widening. "Come on, let''s go see."


    We''re out the door in seconds, my exhaustion forgotten. I forget even to put on boots, my bare feet pounding against the grass as we rush to the scene.


    All I can think about is Lisa.