Chapter Seventeen - Panic

How was she going to get out of this one? It was her own fault for emerging from the bathroom in only a towel. She glanced at Fallon, still sleeping, and began to wonder if someone had drugged her. Surely not Deborah?

Biting her lip, she couldn’t help recalling that conversation they’d had, the one in which she’d confronted the she-wolf about allegedly declaring Olivia competent to look after the pup. She had denied it, implying that her sister had probably made the whole thing up and managed to convince the Alpha of that.

“Don’t do that,” he said, sounding angry. So what was new?

“Did you plan this?” she demanded. “Is that why Fallon’s been asleep such a long time? Sedatives are dangerous for babies, everyone knows that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Nell paled. “Maybe it was in the already prepared formula I gave her this morning. Send for Deborah. Please Liam, she’ll know what to do.”

“We have unfinished business,” he said. “Swear to me you’ll come to my room later.”

“Yes