Chapter 12
I kept my farewells brief, stealing only enough time to drop by Sebastien’s neighborhood for my car and a set of more serviceable clothing before leaving the suburbs behind. Following the long driveway to Dakota’s home base forty-five minutes later, though, I had second, third, and fourth thoughts. Still, the stupidity of my decision didn’t become crystal clear until I pulled up to the guard station and waited for the gates to open and let me in.
“Ember?”
Given my weekday-only schedule, I wasn’t overly familiar with the shifter currently on duty. Still, I managed to dredge up his stats after a half-second pause. Trent, a pimply-faced eighteen-year-old, preferred peanut butter and jelly sandwiches over the cookies I’d originally baked in his honor....but only if the crusts wer
