Chapter 49 Targetssarah 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.